So I'm sat here, eating a bowl of Cheerios and watching The Office, when my mind randomly starts to wander back to some memories I shared with my ex while we were together and, to be honest, it's really got me depressed. I miss the good times we had and it kills me knowing that we'll never have any more memories like that again and all because I walked away from her. Granted, we both had our part to play in the split, but I shouldn't have walked away so easily.
So, GAF, share your stories of utter despair and regret, and join me in my pit of misery.
So, GAF, share your stories of utter despair and regret, and join me in my pit of misery.