It’s been a month since we ended things. I have no interest in anything anymore. I don’t have many friends and my family just checks in on my every once in a while only when they are worried about me.

I only eat because I have to, do my schoolwork cause I have to, then sleep because I have to.

I just want my love back. I’m tired of pretending it’s getting easier, and I’m tired of reaffirming myself that it will get better.

Thoughts I know I shouldn’t be having are starting to resurface. I’m starting to consider if I should really keep living, and I know there is an obvious answer, but I just do not find it fun anymore and don’t feel that working towards any of my goals are worth it anymore.