How can I wish him happy birthday, when all he's brought me is misery.
The worst pain and heartache of my life.
I can't even reach the safety of my own apartment each day before the tears overwhelm my strength. Every day I close my front door and crumple to the floor crying. Un-ending. It's all I can do to keep afloat and tie this mask on day after day.
To pretend to be OK.
To pretend that I don't need him
To pretend that I'm getting better
To pretend that I'm starting to hate him
Wishing I could hate him
Wishing I could forget him
"What good is a love... that no one shares
And if my life... is like the dust that hides the glow of a rose
then what good am I"
Can't this be like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind?
I want it erased.
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