I’m just not sure what to do anymore.
I can’t count how many times in the past.. Four years? Anyway, I can’t count how many times I’ve sat down, hugged my knees and cried.
Or how many times I’ve laid on my bed in a fetal position, hugging the only stuffed animal I have left from him.
And now that I said “Him” I’m guessing people would think this is some shallow ex boyfriend problem.
it’s not.
And I guess, back then, I never allowed myself to mourn. Until now, I don’t. So, every once in a while, I guess the feelings rush back?
It’s so stupid. It’s no excuse. It’s been years. People have gone through worse. I should be over it by now.
Well, I am.
Then why am I so depressed all the time?
Don’t answer that.
