Oh, it’s kinda killing you inside because you don’t want to move on. You don’t. You feel the pressure inside of your head, trying to suppress the thought of him.
You hate that he changed his passwords. You hate that. You hate how he’s not saying anything. You hate that he’s probably talking to them. You hate that. You hate him. right now. You hate them right now. You hate it all right now.
You want to run or scream or do something that makes you feel a little better. Maybe you’ll go running tomorrow. You just don’t feel too good.
At least you have this blog. It feels a lot like yelling to the wind and at least someone hears you. And it helps you feel a little less lonely inside. It feels so sad inside.