I'm trying really hard to act like it doesn't bother me and like I don't care... like I'm too mad to be sad about it. But, jeez am I sad. It really does feel like a part of me was ripped out. I hate it. And I can't shake it.
After days of trying to figure it out, I pretty much understand most of it. And it is actually something that makes sense, and in an unexpected way, makes me feel good about it. It gives me hope. Sounds like I'm nuts, but I'm not. I just don't know how long I'm gonna have to wait. Or even if I'll be able to...