So, recently, I have been noticing things. I begin to tear up at certain songs and movies. Just the other day, my mother and younger sib were watching Phantom of the Opera. I couldn't bear it. I don't know why, but I just walked into the bathroom and sobbed my freaking eyes out. I didn't understand. And before that, riding in the car with the group, My Immortal comes on. I couldn't help but bury my head in the seat and cry. And yesterday, freaking You're Beautiful came on the radio. I sobbed at work! Thankfully I was alone to sob in peace. What the hell is going on? I am happy, yet...dammit. I am starting to begin to think that maybe it was a mistake? And here I though getting married was a mistake. I just don't know. I am so confused right now. Everywhere I turn, I feel lost. Talking to her the other night, she told me how she still slept with Stitch, the little plush bear I gave her. She sleeps with it every night. Why was I moved when she said that? This is all so fucking confusing. These thoughts. These images. These words. It all makes no sense to me. Maybe a little time will clear me out...or just fuck me up more. BTW, how could you just drop everything like that for me? See all the fucking pain I put you through, and still putting you through? Oh, I had the money for certain documents...spent it all on movies, pizza, cigarettes, beer. Why do I keep doing that? It makes no fucking sense to me. Something is inside of me, fighting to get to the surface. Something regressed. I need some help, seriously!!