this fucking sucks

ugh

i fucking hate this

the tears won't stop, the doubt won't quit, i'm a mess about 97% of the day

i know i had to do it, i had to say what i needed to say, but it doesn't make me feel any better

in fact, i probably feel worse than i did before

so that's awesome

i know you never made me any promises, and that anything that i might have believed to be such was just my own over-active imagination at work, but still...

so much of what we said to each other helped me to believe, i had hope for us, i thought that there might have been a future

now i have no clue

i said it before, and i don't think i really knew what it meant until now...

i'm lost