Today was the first day of moving my stuff into my new apartment. Everytime I walked into my home I felt the heartache, the guilt, the shame and emptiness caused by my actions, my self destruction. I just shut down. I know I have no other choice but to push through and move on even if I know my upcoming solitude may be the end of me.
She and I were never great together. Sometimes we were bad for each other. Most of the time we were good for each other. I will always have a love for her but I hate myself for the pain I’ve caused her. My life seems to be one regret after another.
