Despair
I can't sleep. I'm sick with anxiety. I feel like the world is falling down all around me, that I am utterly alone. He said he didn't know whether he was in love with me anymore and I can't stop thinking about it. It weighs heavily upon my broken heart. I think it's over, despite the fact that he says he'd like to try again. I see another truth in his eyes and it pains me. I think he's only trying to appease me, to hurt me a little less, but he doesn't want me anymore. I shouldn't have begged; it's so pathetic, but I couldn't help myself. I love him. I love him, but it's not enough. Is it ever??