Moving On

Why me

As I lay there on the bed that we once shared, going through my iPhone looking at all the pictures of us and reminiscing on what we had. I feel the ice cold tears form around my eyes as I check facebook to see that you have moved on with her...The woman the bought me to my knees and give up ultimately losing you. I feel so ashamed in myself knowing that I didnt fight back and attempt to win your heart back. I get a text from my bestfriend Lauren,disrupting all my thoughts she texts me asking if im ok and  knowing how depressed I am pleading to me not to take any drastic actions towards myself.  I feel slightly better  knowing there is truly someone out there that actually cares about me and does aim to shoot me down every time i stand up. As I get up off the bed with the hopes that the typical London weather would be different a nice sunny day rather than a rainy day. Sadly it was a rainy average yuck day."Great" I mumble to myself. I go over to my chester draws and find an outfit for the day and i find that all of your clothing is still in there, I slam the draws shut and slide my back down the wall crying hysterically to myself. As I manage to slowly get back up off the ground I walk out into the kitchen and I grab my car keys paying no attention to the fact that I'm still in my grey pyjama pants and blue midriff shirt and my favourite Uggies and just walked out my front door getting slightly soaked but yet knowing that going out like this I could get sick, "But  I'm going to the shops I should be fine'. I say to myself  hoping that if  I say it to myself optimistically I would feel better.