here fishy fishy fishy.

I'm flip flopping. Just like a fish out of water...one second completely dismissing our relationship, the next second willing to ignore it and believe that it can all be made better.
Is it a bad sign that everytime I think of the situation, my stomach goes into spastic convulsions?

I'm done.
I'm not done.
I am unforgiving.
I am forgiving.

I stand at a fork in the road here...and there are two people pulling. One says 'Listen to your head' the other says 'Listen to your heart'. Perhaps I will have to make a path of my own...one that walks between these two.
*snorts* I think that a time out may be appropiate here....

Stay Jazzed.