WHEN I’M SOBER:
WHEN I’M DRUNK:
Isn’t it wonderful looking back on depression and thinking “I escaped that”
I’m trying to be strong but it’s hard. Every time I go into work, I see you. Every time I watch Netflix, I think of you. I feel lonely, like a part of me is missing — gone.
Since the breakup I haven’t really cried. I needed the space and time as much as you did. Things were bad and we were miserable. Now I feel so empty. I wake up alone. I walk around my big beautiful apartment alone. I drive home alone. I watch Netflix and eat brown and serve and sour cream alone. I fall asleep alone. It’s not the same. I hate seeing couples post about being in love or celebrating their anniversary or happiness because that was me. That was us. And now I’m empty. I want to cry but I can’t. I want to forget the past two years of my life but how could I. You were perfect to me. I can’t help but think what I did wrong. Why you didn’t mesh with me like I did you. Why you didn’t love me like I did you.
I’m heart broken. But mostly I’m lonely.