Dumb, dumb, dumb, stupid girl.
I didn't make it over the last hurdle without falling flat on my face. The skinned elbows and knees pale in comparison to the gouges I caused on the inside.
You know, I wanted to break up because I didn't want either one of us to settle for less.
Instead, I became worse than less. I became the proverbial "booty call".
Willingly. Over and over.
I am so ashamed.
I am not as healthy now as I was even three years ago.
I am less respectable today than I was three years ago, too.