J and I are no longer together. I moved out and got a different place. The months we were together ... were the most intense I ever had.
To say that I loathe him would be over-statement. I actually cannot hate him. Though, my friends would say I should. I just can't.
A lot happened. I wrote a lot of poetry about it.
I've written a lot to be quite honest. And I find myself writing more. And crying. And being unable to sleep.
It has been an interesting phase... chapter. Losing twins. Finding myself once more. I didn't know I lost myself, but hey, I'm finally getting my feet under me.
I don't have anyone I can really talk to.... yea. Let's not kid ourselves any more.