Ten Things I Don't Want To Make a Fuss About

...but still bother me.

1.- How you reacted with the whole Kalle-Sally thing. Do you really need her that much?
2.- Pregnant hormones. Pregnancy in general. The only thing I'm enjoying about it is knowing that after this, we'll have Tyler.
3.- Facebook. Roleplaying. I do feel they created a huge breach between us.
4.- That, as Dee says, we'll always find something to argue about.
5.- How I tend to overreact.
6.- How we haven't spent time alone together.

7.- The cravings.

8.-How sensitive I am to everything.

9.-The size of my stomach, my breasts, how my legs hurt...
10.- Missing you.

Te extraño, cabrón. No quiero estar sin ti, no puedo....y ahorita menos. Ya se que es difícil, que necesitas "atención", pero yo te necesito aquí, no con las otras.

Missing

I read something this week. A Fanfic. It may be silly, or it may be the hormones...but it made me cry. And it made me remember you.
I'm watching The Green Mile, biting off the nail polish. Bad things happened today, and I feel bad...useless to my Host.
I miss you. Like you have no idea. Every time I feel weak, every time I cry, I wish you were here...around. Close to me.
But you're gone. I don't know if you crossed over, or you found someone else....but I really wish you were still here. I need you to guide me, lead me, tell me what to do. You're missing all the things I wanted to share with you in this new life; my pregnancy, Di, the days when everything's alright.
But I miss you the most when I need you. When things are going wrong, and we shout and cry and the world falls down on us...that's when I need you the most.
I miss you, John.

Someone stop me. Distract me.
My mind is working. It's building, looking at prices, thinking about how to put things together. I'm planning.
"It has to teach them something. They have to pay the price of what they've done, the pain they've inflicted to those around them.."
And it will. Each of them. Forgiveness.
Pfft, what am I saying? No one ever learns forgiveness. Nobody forgives, nobody forgets.
I'm taking this a bit too seriously, I know...but that's how I am. Vindictive little Bitch.
Nostalgia. Missing a life that was, a life that, hopefully, will never come back. A life I would hide from my children, if there was a way.
But they will know. Eventually, they'll find out, and I don't know what we will do.

I better start building again.