I just need to get this off my chest. You may want to look away.
One fucking day. Why is it impossible to go through even one single solitary fucking day without thinking about him. It's beyond a joke, it's been six fucking months since that bastard broke my heart. You'd think i'd be able to get through a day without something making me think of him. I suppose after a five year relationship I should expect there to be a lot of things in the world that remind me of him, but I don't want them to, I've had enough. I want my life back. I want to be able to listen to my favourite song without a sense of mind numbing pain. I want to be able to deal with problems on my own, without wishing that he was there to help me through them.