I'm starting to get it, why it's so hard for us to work, why it would take so much effort from us to make it work.
Am I still sad? Yeah.
But I'm starting to get it.

I feel like this is all my fault, that I drove it to this, that I could of done something different to keep this from happening.
And it hurts.
It just plain hurts.
I just can't be awake anymore.
It's too much for me right now.

The moments that I spend alone
Will be the hardest that I've ever known

I feel like I'm going to throw up.

I just wish I could help

Porcelain

My life is meaningless

So shouldn't I try to give it a meaning?

My life feels so pointless

So shouldn't I need to give it a point?

This is all easier said than done.

I'm breaking down.

And there's no one I feel comfortable talking to about it.

I miss my other half, he's the only one that can explain me to myself.

For now though, I'm just going to look for work, sleep, and do my best to stop myself from falling apart.