Hey, how are you?
I feel like there is a hole in my chest, my stomach hurts, I cry in my sleep, I struggle sometimes to get up out of bed in the morning and I feel lost in indecision. I can hardly breathe for the lack of you. I am shamed, hurt, guilty, lonely and pathetic. I wish I had your guts. I wish I had guts. I wish I could hate your guts. I wish…
I’m fine, just a bit tired.
