It’s just like a big chunk of me has been ripped out and I’m not quite whole. I don’t think I’m over dramatizing it, and I’m certainly deserving of it, but the way I feel now, it’s just like you’re talking to someone who is terminally ill and facing death. Death would be preferable to what I am facing. I just feel like imploding upon myself, you know? I just want to go somewhere and disappear.
