another year to add to the worst of my life
People really are predictable in the most painful kind of way. They tell you you always assume, that you jump to conclusions, yet they continue to prove your conclusions right time and time again.
I wish giving up was easier. I'm going to make it easier on myself. I'll hate him if I have to. I have to do something, I can't let this keep eating a hole inside my body. Ripping off little pieces of my heart everyday, making it more difficult to act normal. I don't know if I can watch it in silence. I don't think I will ever be able to stand by with a smile, and I don't think he could either. This is going to be the best way, the only way. I already miss him. I will always love him, no matter how much I don't want to, but I think maybe if I try i can stop it from being so consuming. I think maybe if I try I could open it up to someone else and let them see me. I have to try, what other choice do I have?
The holidays have been difficult this year. I know everyone goes through times of feeling alone, but sometimes I feel like the only person in the world who actually is alone. 22 still sounds so young to feel so old. I wish I could be home to see my therapist, the road is the exact opposite of the place that I need to be right now. I'm sick of acting happy when I'm not. I'm sick of smiling at you and complimenting you and listening to your complaints and giving you advice when all I want to do is scream and punch mirrors of my reflection. A dramatized version of the truth, but the truth none the less. I don't want to be hollow anymore, but I can't be me. No one would like me.
I shouldn't be writing this but I really have to before I go crazy. I can't feel or think. This might be hysteria, then again maybe I just need a good night's sleep. I think if I try I can be happy again. Or at least be able to wear the happy face without it burning my skin. I don't feel enough to hate.

