Completely miserable. Haven't slept well in days. Haven't cared what I look like in public or anywhere. Keep wishing that it would rain and hope that they play depressing songs on the radio. Spent my spare time trying to get as wasted or as blunted as I could so I wouldn't have to feel all of this and it only screwed me again. "This" this "phantom limb" syndrome like a person that has just lost a leg. This guy lost it before he knew what he had. Severed. Taken abruptly leaving a neatly cleaved wound to fester and cut short his chances in the "rat race." Sometimes you love something so much that it hurts to leave it, but you must. Sometimes it hurts too much to hold on to that thing you love. And sometimes you let go of what you love because it hurts, but then just sometimes... you get it back and live happily ever after.
I miss her a little, I guess you could say, a little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day. But this chapter ends begging the question "Does he ever get the girl?"
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