Life is pretty much shit right now...
I hate it. I really do. I hate that he's all the way in fucking Maine, and I'm still in love with him. Isn't there an end? At all? I feel completely trapped. He needed to talk to someone tonight, and I tried to convince him that he can always talk to me. The only thing is that he knew that he would hurt me if he talked to me. Which is probably true, but that doesn't matter. I love him more than he will ever know, and I probably will for a long time to come. I have met NO ONE here so far to distract me from him, but even if I did, they'd probably have this huge black Justin-cloud floating over them. Why is it that I can't move on? Everytime I think I have, it comes back to slap me in the face. Hard. Twice. I try and tell myself that everything will be okay, that putting a state between us will help, but it doesn't. He may be poisoned muffins, but I know I can find the antidote. If I just keep trying...