We broke up a week ago. He lives across the street from me, but he didn't come to see me when I was alone, when I was hurting, when I was screaming and crying. I was left alone, and in his opinion, our five years of relationship were over. I was waiting... I was really waiting for him to come to my father's funeral and give me a hand. But he didn't.
My feelings are fading, I don't feel anything anymore, I've experienced pain and I'll experience loneliness, maybe I'll be able to do it later, or in the next life, I'll be able to make sure my family doesn't die, I've lost a lot, I've lost my studies, my loved one, my grandfather, my grandmother, and my father...
Friends turn their backs on me, and secretly say that I've turned into a hysterical and crazy person. They've left
I've lost a lot of friends, but I've been trying to deal with my problems...
And I've been trying to stick around with everyone I can. Well.... I hope I can handle this... I really hope we need to move on and keep grabbing onto things...