Somewhere out in the world there’s a quote saying “Nothing good lasts forever.” And despite my hopes, desires and ignorance, this has come out and slapped me across the face.
I got my head in a little too deep and I refused to see what was coming at me “like a yellow school bus.”
Now I feel broken. My eyes are still swollen from tears and the lump in my throat seems to be a more permanent fixture. Even thing I thought or felt for the last eight months have been ripped up in my face. It’s crushing me. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t even work on my senior research paper that’s do tomorrow. I couldn’t even walk a couple of hours ago. Breathing is harder than it should be and the clock is ticking awfully slow. I just want to feel okay again.
