2 years of a relationship ended in a 20 minute conversation.

I use the word conversation loosely because it was really just us alternately losing our shit.

I don’t know what, or how to feel.

I threw up three times.

I don’t think I can sleep.

I am every cliche imaginable right now.

And whats worse is that something just happened. And my first impulse was to call and tell him. And I can’t.

And I just wish things had not ended up this way.

And I am not eager to learn how to live without him.