I want to scream.
I want to yell at myself.
I finally did it.
I cut things off with her.
She was so calm.
She says she's going to be okay.
I believe her, but she probably feels as bad as I do, if not worse.
Why was depression riddled, sleep deprived, midnight me allowed to text her?
I know eventually I won't regret this, but right now I feel like I ripped my heart out of my body.
I'm sobbing.
We both knew this was coming, especially myself.
That doesn't make it any easier.
It's hard to imagine my mornings before school not filled with walking around with her.
It's hard to imagine not searching for her in the halls waiting to catch a glimpse of her smile.
Or walking with her to get ice cream.
That's over.
It's over.
I need to get away from here.
I need to scream.
