I'm exhilarated and depressed and happy and miserable and ecstatic and lonely and surrounded and loved and sad.
I don't know how to be. I keep telling myself this is what I wanted. And I know that. I've known that for a long time, but starting over is hard.
Have to learn sometime, I guess?
This was my first single Valentine's day in a while. He left a flower on my car. I had a meltdown.
Getting out of bed is hard. Trying to be a grown up and do grown up things is hard. Feeling like I'm barely keeping it together is extremely difficult to bear.
It'll get better, it has to.
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