t’s over. My heart hangs heavy, but I’m not needed anymore. I’m a shell of my former self. A husk compared to the man you met. I hope you’re proud, it’s impressive the destruction you leave in your wake. I know it wasn’t your intention to break me, but the road to hell and all that. I’ll rebuild, I’ll bounce back. All things in time..
I regret not going last night. It would have cleared my head, would have been good for me. Next week I’ll remedy this. Next week the REAL healing begins.