Torn
The past couple of days have torn me apart. I am emotionally dead. People say with time things will get better, this and that. To be honest, that is a load of bullshit. Sometimes things don’t get better, you wont be happier. It’s just that persons way of telling you that they really don’t give a shit about your feelings any more.
I learned a valuable lesson, don’t put all your eggs in one basket, because you never know when your basket is going to leave you. Now I don’t even have any eggs to throw at the person who took my basket either. Doubly fucked.
Most people knew me as a ruthless, heartless, man whore. That all changed when I met her and I honestly thought my life was going to change for the best, yes the best, not better because their was nothing else that could of been added in my life that could of made me any happier.
I walk around blank, I’ve lost all my redeeming personality traits, I’m no longer funny, outgoing, and energetic. I don’t know if I am going to school this semester now. I have my clothes packed and want nothing more to run away and cry. Sometimes a drastic change is needed to revive your inner self.
I guess love isn’t as powerful as everyone would have you believe.
