I sit, staring at this computer scree, thinking of what I want to write, knowing the subject but not the words in which to phrase it in. I sit here, with a few tears running down my cheeks, because when I stop and think, when I think of everything, all that has happened, I just, I don’t understand. The past four years meant something to me… I can’t just throw that away, four years… of memories that will just cause pain every time I think about them, and the dull ache of pain that settles in my stomach when I’m alone will be a little bit stronger. I think the worst thing is… I’m not even angry.
I’m just sad.
