1:45 PM
Thinking that things were going to change at all in the slightest because Harry showed a shred of kindness that night a few weeks back was naive of me. No wonder Harry had that tattoo wrapped around his wrist, maybe some people really can't change. I held onto the thought that he could and it was only hurting me further.
The week was choked full of arguments. I would say something then he would say something and before we both knew it we were shouting at each other. Nowadays I felt like we were screaming just to see who was louder. The arguments never had any substance to them, always over stupid little irrelevant things.
Florence had been bearable but Cancun had been a nightmare. Besides the night I slept beside Harry I haven't gotten a wink of sleep. The cramping from my perio
