At some point

I'll have to decide once and for all: is there enough good here to compensate for the bad?

I just don't know.

Sometimes. Last week I wanted to marry the fucker. Well, maybe the week before that. Last week I just wanted to wear my beautiful ring.

I so hate the volatility of this relationship. I don't want a volatile life. I don't. I don't, I don't, I don't. Fuck.

Here we are again

Oh, yay.

What am I doing? Am I an idiot?

I must be an idiot.