Bash,
It's been 200 days since the last time I wrote to you.
Not because I got to busy, but because I got to sad write.
It's so hard Bash. So hard.
And it's been 200 days and I still have no idea if I'll be able to keep going.
I've lost such a huge chunk of myself that I feel like I'll just crumble.
But I keep going, because I owe myself that much right?
My friends have gotten so tired of me. At first they were supportive, then they pushed me to date. But when I either broke down to tears, or embarrassed them, they dropped the matter.
Now they won't even talk to me as much, because I'm just so sad. And my sadness is contagious.
You did this.
But pass the sadness, is my love for you.
I mean, it is the reason I'm so sad.
Your sad, but loving Ana.
