The first thing when I wake up and the last before I go to bed are still the hardest. Yet it's only been a week. During those times he's all I see, but it's getting easier.

Since the other day, I noticed Tinkerbell will no longer let me out of her sight. She kisses my bruises and scratches before bed and in the morning whem we wake. She kisses my pain away. She knows. It's as if she feels guilty for not being there to protect me when it happened. But if anything, I'm glad she wasn't because then she probably wouldn't be here with me right now.

I just don't want to almost get arrested, if we start talking again.. :\

Maybe I can't really listen to The Beatles anymore. And maybe I will always hear "Hey Joe" wrong. But we were never supposed to be, it was just all too easy.

When you bought us ice-cream in the park and said, "It looked good in Spider-Man."

To having nowhere else to walk to in the middle of night except straight to the bars.

You know, seeing as I survived my second abusive relationship. I feel fine.