
It has been exactly four weeks today.
Why do I not feel any better?
I have forgotten how much it can hurt - it has been a fair amount of time since I have felt this way.
I resent the fact that you have so much power over me.
I resent myself for feeling this way.
I resent the fact that you have done nothing wrong.
I resent the fact that I still think you are wonderful.
I resent the fact that, despite all, I could still be happy when I am around you.
I wish I had learnt.
I wish I could be stronger.
I wish for an off-switch for emotions.
I wish I could just feel nothing.
I wish I could just leave now.
I wish.