It’s 3:50 a.m.
I am still awake. I don’t reckon I’ll sleep at all.
I’ve been googling how to mend a broken heart tonight. How cliché, right? I’ve yet to find something to make me feel any better. So, I just sit here in the dark listening to sad songs.
I’m supposed to be celebrating. This is supposed to be an amazing time. And that’s been taken from me.
It takes a lot to piss me off. Congratulations for making it seem effortless.
I don’t even really know what to say. I’m just so fucking mad. I’m going to go ruminate for a few hours or days. Maybe a lifetime. Who knows.