378 daysgone. Over a year of my life­gone. My abil­ity to love or trust another human being­gone. The Love of My Lifegone.

Peo­ple are prob­a­bly won­der­ing what I'm feel­ing right now… well, what can I say…

Right now…

A shot­gun blast to the head would hurt less.

I don't understand.

All I've believed is a lie.

The One I Want no longer wants me.

I don't know what to do.

My rea­son for liv­ing is no longer a reason.

I'm in so much pain.

She is mov­ing on.

I can't do any­thing about it.

I won­der what I'm gonna do now.

I don't know why I'm being punished.

I thought I did every­thing right (well, as much as I could).

I will see who my true friends are.

We can't be friends.

I wish she would reconsider.

I'm try­ing to forget.

I'm helpless.

It feels like a waste.

I want her back so bad that I can taste it.

I won­der if it was an omen that I saw Cathy today, but it makes no dif­fer­ence anyway.

I wish I had a way out.

All is Lost.

It is ironic that Boost­ers pho­tos came in yesterday.

The pain will not stop.

I can't think of any other way to feel.

I can't think of any­thing else to say.