Idiot

What the fuck was I thinking?

This is what I’m repeating in my head over and over as I sit on my bedroom floor. I’m about to make a bad decision.

It’ll hurt her, I feel like an asshole but I have to see if there’s something there. I need to know.

So what if Danielle texted me, worriedly "I think we’re falling apart."

We are and what I’m about to do won’t be helping matters.

Maybe I’ll pull into the parking lot and feel nothing.

What the fuck was I thinking?