Another day, another sh*t. This time is totally different, but I can still smell it. I've said ''fu*k it'' too many times in the last couple of days. It already sounds like my new mantra.
Snow, health problems, extra chipped manicure and lack of everything that makes me feel better. I miss my cats. I miss being held and taken care of. I miss good times. Giving something up and getting nothing in return is not a good bargain, is it?
How do you know something is worth fighting for? How do you know it's time to give up and move on?