Sometimes you’re fighting so hard to stay sane that you have to post without any pics… Deal with it.

Dear Universe,

Why can’t I┬ábreathe? Why are the tears flowing? Why does the hurt from missing Moon seem unbearable right now?

I just want to go back in time, to a day that we were madly in love (or so I thought) and I want to just soak it all up. I want to feel the love that we shared again. I forget what that feels like. I can’t remember what it is like to not feel alone.

I wish I could forget Moon.

Sitting here and writing about all the amazing he made me feel is not the way to forget about him.

But I’m terrified that once I forget it will be like US never existed, no one will remember what a great love story we made, US will just become some lost words on the internet that some sad/lost lover finds scouring the web for fellow wallowers.

Fucking fuck fuck fuck..

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Fuck you, you fucking fuck… I’m going back to bed and hiding.

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As usual I have a shit ton to say. But I have decided that I don’t think I will be spending my time writing to you anymore.

It used to be therapeutic for me to sit down and let out my everything to you. But now it just seems like I am wasting all these amazing emotions on someone who is nothing more than a liar and cheat (I’m sure you would deny, deny, deny, lie, lie, lie until you were blue in the face but I don’t really give a flying fuck about you anymore).

I’m going to try to spend my energy on something else entirely.

And it’s not going to be you. Or US.

And I guess you could say this is all your fault. I know that I am. But don’t worry. I take blame too.

I’m the fucking idiot who stuck around lie after lie to only be lied to again (:

Gee I’m glad I can see the humor in this. I may need to check back in and remind myself of how funny I find this. Especially when I’m having a moment of weakness.

I’m so mad I spent the time this am to find my dumb headset. I should have just fallen asleep and ignored the need to sleep with you. I could hardly keep my eyes open before I called.

After, well, let’s just say there was not much sleep for me.

You suck.

I hope you miss me.

I hope you hate you for losing me. I know I do…