I have gone from being the happiest girl in the entire world to the saddest in under 48 hours.

I had him.
I had my perfect and they took him away from me.

Everyone is saying a few hours is better than none.
But under 24 is a tease.
Nothing else.
A tease.

I'm miserable and can't stop crying.
From the minute he let go of me til now and it's still contiueing.

My eyes have swollen up so large I can barely see out of them and I'm becoming dehydrated.
It's not fair.

I don't want to talk to anyone but him.
I don't want anyone but him to talk to me.
I don't want to see anyone but him;
And I don't want anyone to see him but him.

I'm just gunna crawl in bed and lay idle and isolate myself til it's fixed.

I don't know if I'm more angry, or sad or upset.

From the minute I saw him walk through those doors I knew he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

It's so damn hard when I walk in my room and it just has an over abundance of his smell.
My bed.
My blankets.
My pillows.
My water bottle tastes of him.

Absolutly everything I see or smell or taste, or hear reminds me of him.
I can't open a chocolate without bringing up up sitting awake all hours of the night watching southpark and bingeing.
My glasses. He wore them and looked ridiculous, but he was my ridiculous man in my glasses in my arms.

I don't know what to do.
I'm lost.

I just don't want to wake up.
I'm done.

No xo.

-miserable lost, helples girl.

yesterday - tomorrow