Not that anyone has noticed or even really cares, but sorry for not being around recently. I’ve been kicked out of home and my physical and emotional health are piss-poor. Not going to be on much for a whole but just thought I’d touch base.
What the fuck kind of shitty life do I live? No job, no home, no girlfriend, going from couch to couch every day, wasting my time by applying for jobs and houses that never get back to me… yeah sick life. tbh I wish I’d killed myself in early 2012 or 2013 so that I could’ve avoided all of this shit.
I’m not over you but I’m over being with you. It’s time I moved on from that part of my life and built myself up from the strength that you gave me. It’s hard to admit it but there’ll never be an “us” again and I think I’m finally, nearly two months later, starting to be okay with that. I still miss you, and I still love you, and God knows that I still die a little inside when I think about how happy we used to be, but… I think it’s time we went our separate ways.