What a load of crap. That is nowhere near true. Does the person who said that know all the pain in the world? I don't guess.
It's getting closer to being two months. I felt like I was doing good, but this morning says otherwise. The first thing I opened my phone to was a friend suggestion for his account. Facebook was the only thing we didn't have each other on. It was just another way for us to stalk our crushes.
I broke down inside. I've been trying to put on some kind of exterior shell, and it's worked for the most part. In my mind, I started falling.
I hate time. I hate whoever said it heals all wounds.
I said once before that I felt pieces of me leaving. I'm not so sure that was exactly it. I think it may have been more of my mind killing me. A lot of the time, I feel trapped in my own head. It's hard for me to escape.
I've been more tired lately. It's not just because I don't sleep well. It's more like I've lost a lot of my happiness. I feel like parts of me that were happy seem to die off. There are some that I won't let go of, but I can't hold onto all of them.
I feel like the last couple of days, I've been going down rabbit holes going over any scenario that could be possible to keep me sane. Maybe that's why I'm so insistent that this is a nightmare.
I think I may start confusing people with my habromainia. Let them think. They don't have to know. I don't want them to know.
Good luck, my soldiers. Carry on for tonight.
With love, yours truly.
