After 24 hours I had not had anything to eat or drink but a half a glass of water this morning. When dinner rolled around today I tried my best to avoid it. Not because I'm trying to starve myself or anything, I'm just not hungry. Far from it. I'm certain I'll puke if I eat. I finally was forced to eat a taco. That was a bad move. My stomach is wrenching right now.
I didn't think I could hurt to the point that I wouldn't stop crying. Or that crying to such an extent would make my nauseous. Since when was it possible for the human body to hurt so much? I feel like I'm going to pass out from exhaustion but I can't sleep. Every little fiber of me is ready to pass out. Its strange, how after only one day I feel like a zombie. Inside, I'm a cold empty cavern. Its like my heart got ripped out and replaced with a snowball.
Fuck.
I really have no talent at writing.
At least not now.
But I have to do something to distract myself.
Being alone is scarier that I ever thought it could be.
"I still love you. Just not in the same way. I loved you so much. I really did. I'm sorry."
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