Days are hard to get through. Every moment I spent alone is spent thinking about you. I still don’t know what to think of everything. Some days I think of all the ways you tried to hurt me and I get angry. Walking alone to work, driving around at my other job, they all suck to do alone.
I scrolled down through my instagram and found our game of Wu Zi Chi. Our photos together at EDC, our meals together. Yesterday at work I thought about your apartment in Ann Arbor for the first time since we broke up and I cried my eyes out in my car.
I will get better soon. Until then, fuck this. It sucks.