Actually, no. I wont Who cares if it feels as though a part of me just got ripped out of my chest? That I just lost half of my reason for living? That Ive cried for days just because of all that happened? Who cares that I feel as though Ive been beaten, maimed, killed, and brought back to life only to be killed again? That I havent been able to go a single minute without it popping up in my head? Im fine. Or I will be. Ive got another half. And from now on, its going to be my whole. Nothing else will ever come close. Ever. So yeah. Im going to be alright. Now, if only I could convince myself to believe it enough to stop crying....
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 05:35:09 +0000