I don’t write enough anymore. At first I started writing to try and control my anxiety. To release my feelings, not bottle them up. Some good that did me. I feel like I’ve lost everything but I haven’t. I keep going in and out of these lows. One minute I feel fine, the next I want him back to kiss me and tell me he loves me. I want to move on. I want to get rid of these happy images I have of him. Break ups fucking suck.