In all honesty... I feel I have fractured. I am cut to the quick, I am uncaring, I am ambition, I am desperate to get back to partying, I am waking up in the mornings and wishing to stay in bed forever isolated.
I want to feel this. I have a writer's curiosity about what it actually feels like. At the same time it is all too overwhelming and I have squashed it in a little black hole in my mind. Every now and then something escapes and I am undone, until I recapture it, bind it, and wrestle it back into the hole.
I want revenge. I never want to hurt him. I want to carry on loving him. I wish I'd never started, never wasted the energy, so this pain would not exist. I would not get rid of the memories for the world. I want to hate him. I'd hate to hate him, to hate someone I have willingly spent a year of my life with.
I question who he is. I question my abilities of telling who people are. I wonder if he is being honest with me. I wonder if he is honest to himself. I wonder if he's ever lied to me. I wonder if he finds it necessary to lie to me.
I feel his absence like a missing limb. Sometimes the only way I manage to survive neverending moments is to write him a pathetic e-mail just to know he will read it. Other times I never want to speak to him again.
I want to be who I was in 1st year, someone who was loud and independent and never in one place for long enough for someone to find me. I want to withdraw and hide.
I want to be single and independent and love it. I want back my freedom where my time was my time, I had no obligations to spend it with someone else. I want to find someone else to love me, better than he did, I want to find Perfect love.
I want to go back in time to recapture us. I am glad to be free.
How can I think and feel and be all these contradictions? Maybe instead of imploding I have exploded.
In the past I have always poked fun at girls who come apart at the seams because of boys. I realise now what an unknowing unfeeling bitch I have been. This must be karma. Threefold.