it's a new day...

So yesterday kinda sucked for me. I spent most of it bawling like a little bitch. I couldn't be anywhere in my apartment that didn't share a memory of him. Last night I finally got sick of myself. I boxed up his shit and addressed it so all I have to do is ship it. I deleted his numbers, pics, and messages from my phone. I deleted his pics from my camera and computer. I'm done. I'm not wasting another day on him.

The sudden silence sucks, I feel like I deserve at least a call or text saying "fuck you" so I at least have some closure, but I've created my own closure by removing his essence from my life.

It was fun while it lasted.