i need to get through this.
'this pain, this lump in my throat, in my chest, in my fucking being.
i hated that he texted me, all cool and fantastic, doing well without me. i hate it.
it makes me miss him more than need be.
i just couldn't stop crying whenever i had a chance alone
worse, work was fuckin busy and insane and stressful, and all i wanted was for him to ask me to come over so i can relax again.
of course not.
" atta girl, enjoy the lights while you can" he says.

this fuckin hurts