She’s gone. She finally blocked me on Insta. For the first time since we broke up on New Year’s and started taking real space about a month ago, she’s truly gone from my life. I hope she’s happy, I hope she has as wonderful a life as she deserves, and she deserves one, she really does. She deserves to be happy, she deserves to be loved, she deserves flowers in the spring, the beach in the summer, pumpkins in the fall, and hot cocoa in the winter, and I’m sorry for everything. I really, honestly am. I wish I wasn’t just saying that into the void on a blog that no one reads.
This has been a rotten weekend from start to finish. I’ve already begun to go stir crazy. I’m alone here in Philly, not just without her but without… well, anyone really. I like people; I like spending time with friends, but I don’t really have the deep friendships I crave at this time. I have plenty of acquaintances at Kline, I’m liked enough by my classmates and all that, but I go back to my apartment at the end of the day, and it’s just me, here, alone. It would all be a lot easier if I weren’t so isolated in the end.
I don’t know what else to say right now. Tears have been streaming down my face since Thursday night. Maybe I’ll post later with something more concrete.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 