I don't sleep.

I spent this whole weekend awake it seemed.

Except for when I freaking needed to be somewhere to pick up freaking dry cleaning. I'm such an idiot.

I need to sleep now.

Pain. I just feel nothing but pain.

And I cry at the drop of a freakin dime.

I'm a weepy freakin mess. I hate it. I hate feeling this way.

It would be better if I at least did something wrong, or he did something wrong. Then I could be angry at something not the fact that I wasn't good enough. That I did not love him enough.

Love should be enough. And it wasn't.

So how am I supposed to just stop it? Just stop loving him.

I can't.