I am extremely blessed. I have a roof over my head and food. I’m working on my education and barely struggle with anything materialistic. Yet I can’t stop crying. I feel petty and ungrateful. Even though I thank God for having such a meaningful purpose in this world.
I haven’t spoken to my best friend in quite some time. He quickly started dating someone as soon as I said we were over. I’m sure I deserve all this, in some way. I miss him too much. We were destine to fail, two different paths. I just wish it wasn’t the case.
Cause if it wasn’t I would have someone to hold me as I cry, someone to tell me everything is going to be fine. I wish he was the reason I hurt, because then I know eventually the heartache would subside. But i cried long before we were done. It’s why it ended. My anxiety and fears controlled me.
They still do.