I understand feeling as small and insignificant as humanly possible, and how it can actually aches in places that you didn’t know you had it inside you. No matter how many new haircuts you get or gyms you joined or how many chardonay s you drink with your girlfriends. You still go to bed every night, you going through every detail and wonder how you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how the hell for the brief moment that you can think you were that happy ………

And hoping that little pieces of your soul will come back and those fuzzy feelings. That you will eventually began to fade.