I can't sleep. And I have entirely too many blank notebooks.

As soon as I get things settled, the bottom falls out. Tonight was the final blow, and I am done.

But I know that I tried. I know that I loved and cared the best I could.

I know that it wasn't worth it. I know that I will be better off not knowing them, not having them in my life.

But I do forgive them for hurting me so.

I am growing, and suggest they do the same.

Until then, I am continuing to heal. And, as Aimee suggested, I am asking God to reveal Himself to me, and to show me His plan for my life.

And as another friend of mine suggested, I am going to literally count my blessings. Every day. In a book. Now, I just have to pick one of the 13 blank notebooks I have stored away...