I don't know how to fix this. How to fix me. I don't know how to make it so that everything that came before this moment doesn't matter anymore. I feel homesick, despite being home, and the memories of his betrayal pulse so hard my heart keeps capsizing. The wounds he inflicted aren't fresh, but they are deeply rooted in my depth. Day after day, I do nothing, yet a deep exhaustion has settled in my bones from spending my days begging the universe to give me back what he took from me, but it does absolutely nothing to ease the pain in my soul.
