I've been struggling today, more so than I have been for the last little while, and it's taken me most of the day to figure out why. I'm disappointed. I'm disappointed in you, I'm disappointed in me, I'm disappointed in other people. You made me feel like such an idiot, and now you're continuing to make me doubt myself, pretty much every day. I'm a big believer in instincts. I use my heart a lot more than my head to make decisions, even when I know it's going to get me hurt. And I trusted you. My heart told me (and still tells me, to my shame) that you are a good person. My heart told me that you were in an incredible amount of pain and my heart told me to help you. And then I found out that you stole from me. Not the store, but from me.