I've lost my engagement ring. It is nowhere to be found. I am devastated by this. It upsets me so much. Tom and I tore the apartment apart looking for it. I blame my self whole heartedly. He says he handed it back to me, but I have no clue as to where I put it afterward. All Tom said after he says that's it's no where in the house, he said "Oh well... there is $750 down the drain." It's like that's all he cares about is how much it cost... I cared about it's meaning, and now that I don't have it... I don't feel as important anymore. Plus the guilt from losing it is crushing me.
I've been crying for the past few days. I've scrapped my hands against the outside of the building of Walgreens, letting my knuckles bleed, because I can't stand myself right now. I can't turn off the thinking process.
I know Tom blames me, even though he says he doesn't. I know he does. I lose everything, because I'm messy, because I'm unorganized. No matter how hard I try, I can't keep things straight. I can't keep my mind straight, and thus everything around me is disorganized and cluttered. I want my ring back. I know it's here somewhere... It has to be, I didn't take it out of the room. It's not there though. We looked everywhere multiple times. We throughly searched everywhere.
I can't even walk in that room without looking somewhere I've looked a thousand times.
I don't know... this just sucks... :(
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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