Second night

I consider it a great accomplishment that I didn't break down and cry in the middle of the bar tonight. Too many different emotionally complicated situations were happening all at the same time. I can't imagine what tomorrow will be like. I guess I almost hope tomorrow never comes. after Sunday, it'll finally be over for real. And I just don't want that. It doesn't make any sense at all. My heart keeps on finding new ways to break. Why am I even trying?