Just shoot me now, or maybe I'll just simply die of embarrasment.
Sent L this text today:
Ruminations since Friday: whether or not to cancel tuesday am. Too enmeshed? Too dependent? Time for a break? Sick of feeling like this. Scared of the answer. I know that this is all ramblings and shouldn't be texting it.
Wrote out the text but went back and forth on sending it. Finally I did, but then texters-remorse set it....
Disregard that last text. Sorry
It's out there now. Guess I wanted it to be. But man, what the hell was I thinking?