I have been walking in a zombie-like state all day long. Numb yet on the verge of tears. As soon as I walked in, I thought of spending the rest of the weekend at the hotel with her. How stupid is that. I book this room to do what I need to do to take care of myself. It's a pretty decent room and I got a fabulous deal on it.
She texted me three hours ago to ask how I was; I never replied. I don't want her to know how I am. I don't want her to know where I am. What I want is for her to hurt as me as I do. I want her to suffocate in the loneliness of the big, empty apartment tonight. With darkness, comes quiet and all the negative thoughts that daylight manages to keep out.
Hurt. I hope you hurt as much as I am. Maybe she'll run to his arms for rescue. I hate that. She'll be off work in 20 minutes. I wonder if she'll go straight home or do her own thing. Is this the end? Is this my way of ending the entire relationship? There's so much to think about. I told my mom what's going on and she told me to face my feelings head on. Don't escape in alcohol or getting high she said. Mami's right. I can't escape this. It has to be dealt with...Just not now. For now I need to escape into some tv. I'm not up to figuring things out...not yet.
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