i hate feeling like it's not getting better. nights like this just make parts of me ache that i forgot i had. i can't decide if it's her i can't live without or i just can't live with being this lonely. either way, i'm at a standstill. i'm not sure what would make it better. eight months is a long time to be unsure, and when she's moved on and i'm still here, i've got nothing to cling to. there isn't a lot left, and i hate when i just can't stop thinking.
entese:
i hope you feel better real soon!