I never felt so lost. I started feeling lost when my ex broke up with me. It’s weird, I knew what I wanted to do but now I’m a lost puppy 
I’m not going to lie I miss him even though he hurt me so much that I started something I kind of regret because I’m hurting my family and friends. I still dream about him, I still think about him, I still talk about him good and bad. Yes I still love him even though he doesn’t love me or even care about me. It hurts to even write this. I’m trying so hard not to cry as I’m writing this. I have a lump in my throat.
Wow I’m so depressing
I’m sorry guys. I’m so sorry that there’s nothing happy on this blog since I got dumped like trash. I’m trying so hard to get happy, but sadly I’m not. I keep faking my happiness. I don’t want to pretend that I’m happy. I actually want to be happy again.
I tried to date, but his face keeps popping up in my mind when my date touches me or even kisses me.
I really hate myself.
