breathing is a foreign tasks.
Some one took the oxygen from my lungs. I can't seem to find the air. I feel so broken...so weak...what was I thinking? I didn't want to break up. I just wanted to him to be different. Maybe he couldn't be. I don't know. This pain sucks though. It's taking everything to not call him and tell him this is a mistake and convince him that we belong together...but then what? In 43 days THEN WHAT? I do this to myself all over again? I don't know what the right thing is...I just miss him. I'm miserable without him.