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.