Friday, January 11, 2008: It seemed easier back then, when all I had to worry about was Forbidden Love. Forbidden Love and longing, wanting someone I didn’t know how to have. Now it is peace of mind. I have none. And the horrible GA condo is at the bottom of it all. Why did I ever go to Atlanta? Why can’t I start all over again?
No. I don’t want to feel sorry for myself. I am just exhausted and I want to know.
Tags: Forbidden Love, Mortgage Fraud
