I'm a wrong'un..

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I would love to be typing how distraught i am about my relationship ending when the truth is 5 days on, i couldn't give a fuck... I really couldn't care less. Is it the pills numbing my emotions? Perhaps, but whatever. I love it. I feel like the weight has gone from around my neck, no more tippy toeing around him, frightened to say the wrong thing, frightened to tell him how you're really feeling for the fear of backlash when he'd been drinking, scared to pick up the phone in case i'd get an ear full.. all that shit has vanished. I'm happy.

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