This has to be the lowest of the low. At this point, death seems like a better option than surviving the next few days. How do you pick up the pieces when everything you love is taken away? Is there even an answer to that question? If anything, it's probably something like "You don't, you just move on and start building something new", or some shit like that. I have always been a cynical skeptic. But for the last 4 years, that side of me went into a quiet dormant state. It didn't matter anymore, because I was happy and in love. Now, when everything is gone, the painful awakening of my pessimistic past is more than I can take. My cat is the only person that likes me, and he's not even a person. How fucked up is that?
I feel like I was stupid to allow myself to get this deep into something I knew couldn't exist. Rules are a lot like plans. They were made to be broken. I should have never let this happen to myself. Fuck this shit.
I feel like I was stupid to allow myself to get this deep into something I knew couldn't exist. Rules are a lot like plans. They were made to be broken. I should have never let this happen to myself. Fuck this shit.
