Late night sadness
I come home from a great night out with friends, just to be sad and lonely. I’m so mad at him each and every day for taking my life away. I don’t really have anything to say about it besides, I’m hurt. I am mad, I am sad, I feel betrayed, I feel violated, I feel like a fucking idiot. Every single day I cry. Every single day I miss him. It hasn’t gotten easier with time by any means. Hopefully one day it will, but until then I just have to be sad in my sleep.