I don't know what to think now.
I am really confused. I tried leaving the pieces alone and move on but I don't know why I'll head back to the shrapnels of memories, caressing it as if it's treasure even though it had pierced through and hurt me so much.
I've tried my best. My best friends told me to forget you and move on, I've tried but it just retaliate by me dreaming of you for a week. Dreams that I've never imagined happening.
Yeah, guys out there waiting for me just says it's crap, to move on and be with them. To them it's easy, to me it's damn fucking hard.
I might just get depression after all. Yeah, people may say I'm highly drama, but this is how much impact that you made in my life.
No amount of gratitude can I show to you how thankful I am to you. I really don't know.
I'm worried now. With my reconstructive surgery on the line, I don't know how much more I could take. I'm worried that I may get depressed after the surgery next year, that I couldn't do anything right after it. My mt. K and backpacking will have to wait for the year after next.
I have a colleague or two that I have shared the matter with said I am strong on the outside not the inside. She mentioned that if she didn't asked me about my ex, she would've thought nothing have happened. She couldn't see that I've lost something that I love.
Sigh.
I really don't know how I'll feel on wednesday.
xoxo
S