You get nostalgic.
You get emotional.
You get desperate.
You get emotional... again.
You get rebellious.
You get sad.
You take a break and get drunk almost everyday.
You think about happy memories, until it smacks you in the face.
And then you get so angry and frustrated, that all you want to do is punch yourself like Edward Norton did because FINALLY you realize you can no longer have children due to some asshole who could care less. No longer do I need birth control but I should have him pay for my adoption fees.
You get emotional.
You get desperate.
You get emotional... again.
You get rebellious.
You get sad.
You take a break and get drunk almost everyday.
You think about happy memories, until it smacks you in the face.
And then you get so angry and frustrated, that all you want to do is punch yourself like Edward Norton did because FINALLY you realize you can no longer have children due to some asshole who could care less. No longer do I need birth control but I should have him pay for my adoption fees.
