Sometimes
Sometimes I just sit down and wonder, “Would anyone be sad if I died?”
Better
I feel much better than I did earlier. I deleted her off of Skype, off of my phone, off of anything else I could think of. And it feels absolutely great.
I don’t feel awful everytime I see her name; I feel glad to get her out of my head now. From now on, this is the last post for her that I will ever have. Ever. I will never ever post about her again - it’s wasting space.
Terrifying
I thought I was over her. But I’m not. Every time I see her name my heart aches a little bit - it’s not over at all. The worst part is that I know that she probably doesn’t even remember loving me anymore.
I still love her. And it’s terrifying.
