It feels like someone is standing on my chest. And it feels like they weigh 400 pounds.
P.O. and I have broken up a thousand times, but this time it feels real. Not totally real because I still think about going over to his apartment wearing just a trenchcoat and trying to get him back, but pretty real. I feel like my heart is broken. I can't concentrate at work (well, that might be because I hate my job), I just want to drink whiskey all day, and I feel like I'm going cry any second. I sent him a text yesterday morning and spent the rest of the day checking my phone to see if he'd written back. I swear I must have looked at that goddamned phone 100 times. It was pathetic. I felt like I was 16. And I am way older than 16. It's been so long since I felt like this, I think I had forgotten how horrible it is. Oh my god. I feel like I'm gonna die.
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