Like eyes-are-a-stuck-faucet crying.
This is making work, and seeing my computer screen, and staying awake, difficult.
God. I HATE my life today. And I miss my ex-boyfriend, despite all the shit he piled on my life at the end. God. I HATE THAT. Because last week at this very time we were talking about what to do that night and how we were going to make pancakes and watch action movies. And we did. And the next day we were on the road to the end.
Understanding makes absolutely nothing better. I just want my heart to feel better. Because right now it feels sick. And I just want it to go away.
And I feel like a 17-year-old just blogged this. I guess heartbreak is the same at any age.
fuck.
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