I'm feeling better today.
Much better.

I'm lost without him.
But he's not gone.

Seven days

Stress settles in my sheets...

"You would never actually run away...
...That's the difference between you and me."

Why can't I be okay?
And I'm still hurting;screaming'pleading; for him.

A m I n o t p r e t t y e n o u g h ?

It's been five fucking days.
Five heart-wrenching, tear-embedded, days.

I hate... No. I love him.