I'm having a very hard time organizing my thoughts.
Am I being too easy on John?
Am I too trusting? Too hopeful?
Can a leopard change his spots?
My head hurts from overthinking and trying not to cry at work (because, y'know, "crying is weak and men don't respect that"*). My jaw hurts because stress is making me clench. I'm teetering on the edge of becoming a mushy pile of goo at any moment. Just keeping myself whole seems really hard right now.
And, yet, I remain a cockeyed optimist. GAH.
*Actual quote from a telephone conversation with a friend last night.