I told him this weekend, I didn't drink today, and I won't tomorrow, but I can't make promises "nothing else forever and ever I swear" anymore.
I don't know if I'm admitting defeat or just finally being honest with myself.
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As an aside, I'm not a poetry person there was a poem in the paper that I thought was good for us:
"Sometimes"
Sometimes I'm scared.
I don't want you to know it.
Sometimes I'm lonely.
I don't want to show it.
Sometimes I need to be needed.
Sometimes I don't want to give.
Sometimes I wonder,
if I'm doing the right things
in the way that I'm choosing to live.
Sometimes I think that I'm ugly.
Sometimes I think that I'm not.
Sometimes I want to give
everything away.
Sometimes I want what I've got.
Sometimes I worry about tomorrow.
Sometimes I worry about yesterday.
Today I'm just hoping you'll understand...
And love me anyway.
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