What the hell am I doing......

It's proving to be a bit harder to keep pretending that I am a vindictive miserable person. But I honestly feel that if he hates who I am now, it'll be so much easier for him to move on. And for me to finally let go.

That is... I think I want to let go.

This is what happens when I watch hours and hours of soap opera television late into the night. Thank you Desperate Housewives for making me reconsider everything.

Even if I did come clean about what I was doing....I don't think he would believe me. So, it's for the best.

Right?