It's been four fucking months. Four fucking months and it hurts as much as it did at the time. Every thought of you is like a screw wedged in my brain, and the longer I'm left to think the further they dig in. I feel purposeless. I have no reason and no motivation to do anything; there is nothing which will stop me feeling this way. There is only temporary relief and then I just feel worse after. I've had counselling. I've taken my meds. I've tried to fill the void you left with possessions. I've tried to fill it with things I enjoy. None of it has worked. Now I'm broke, which is another thing to beat myself up about. I still feel empty. I'm at a total loss. I don't know what to do any more.
















