...in a river of tears.
I had to break up with Ryan. Things just weren't going anywhere. He's not happy, and I'm not happy. So we decided to break up. And I'm a wreck. Tomorrow would have been two years and...it's so hard to let go. And I can't stop crying. I mean, when I'm at work I don't cry, but as soon as I'm not around anyone else, I just start sobbing. Like, as soon as I walked out of the station door, the tears started rolling. And I sobbed all the way home. And I've been sobbing ever since. And that's been like, almost two hours. I actually have a stitch in my side from hyperventilating. That makes me want to laugh, but not really. It actually just makes me want to cry.
Why is it so hard, even though you know it's the right thing to do?
The people in the apartments around me probably think the building is haunted from the way I've been bawling. I'm sorry to them. But I'm just so sad, it physically hurts.
I hate it.
Oh my God, I hate it.
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