So I'm sitting here, breaking a promise and wanting to break another.
I feel so empty, so sad. I've finally gotten used to him leaving, and this time I has just wished he had stayed away. Want to know why? I feel like a second thought. Like something that doesn't really matter. It's better for him to stay away; so I can live outside of reality and pretend he cares. Fuck this. God. I'm sorry. I can't help but be unhappy.

Peace in [not out]
I have work I need to be doing.

He left this time; and I don't feel the pain. I don't feel the pain because he took the last piece of me. All I had left to give. It's gone.