What you don’t see…
How shit everything is now. I cry over even more stupid shit. I’m upset because nothing can make me happy like it used to. Shopping is pointless and being around happy people makes me feel sad because I’m such a mood killer. I hate this bullishit! I fucking miss you. I miss us. I’m over pretending that I’m ok and I’m doing fine and I’m coping because I’m not. I’m a fucking mess and my head hurts.
I dreading new years when the clock strikes 12 because that was us… That was you… That was our memory together. That was our anniversary and now I have to be happy it’s a new year without you. I have to be around people that don’t make me happy like you do. We weren’t supposed to end up like this.
Everything is just fucking bullshit.
