I didn't know it could hurt this much.
I feel empty. There's this aching...nothingness.
I hung out with the people who used to be my best friends not too long ago. They've moved on, made wonderful lives without me. And I really get the feeling that they don't care for me to be in their lives anymore. I'm the just-barely-tolerated hanger-on. I'm nothing more than a speck of dirt on their shoe.
I didn't know I could hurt this much. Just the other night, I contemplated waking up my mom, and telling her I didn't think I would last the night. But I couldn't stop sobbing long enough to catch my breath, or move, or do anything. Which saved my life I suppose.
I wish I knew how to get over the people who made my life worth living.