the wombats - my first wedding
conflict. listening to brand new and perusing apartmenttherapy.com, all while stirring through this latest outburst and it's potential complications has taken me two steps backwards. now, as i have told many of you (1 or, though, that is many in terms of my audience), i have no romantic feelings left for mikayla. i mean, there will always be something there, just like any other long-term relationship gone sour, but, for all intensive purposes, i'm not into her. she's having this issue, and she cannot solve it. well, she could, but it would put her in an even worse situation than she is in now. i'd really like to help her out, but the only way i could is take her with me when i leave. big problem, right? and even though i'm not into her, i'm sure that living together would fuck that up real quick. honestly, i just really want to help her out, i hate seeing her cry and hearing her describe all the bullshit he puts her through. it breaks my heart to see her so miserable. but as long as i live here, there is nothing i can do for her. baww, i don't know. difficult. i want to help her.
probably won't do it, since it's almost certainly a bad idea for myself, but if i can help her out, i don't know. nevermind.
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