It’s been 295 days since he shattered my world. I’ve had some really bad lows, some nice highs & a lot of average meh.
I’m around people all the time. I work with people, I live with people & people are everywhere outside. I found a person I like spending time with, but I don’t think it’s going to go anywhere. It doesn’t have to go anywhere.
I guess I’m still feeling sorry for myself. For things I can’t control, for things that I can’t change.