There is no word strong and apt enough to describe how I'm feeling. It's that sour, sinking feeling that just.. I don't know, tightens up your lungs until you have trouble breathing. It's when all your anger dissolves into despair and hurt and contrition and all your protests and defenses just fall silent on your lips.

So I withdraw. I withdraw into that small little hole to rock and comfort myself and tell myself it's okay. That I know I'm not perfect but I'm really going to try. And the more you say, the more I withdraw, and it feels like everything's not going to be the same anymore.

I'm sorry.