With every passing day I wallow deeper into this sadness. I find myself stopping in the middle of the most meaningless acts and thinking how horribly alone I feel without you. I know this isn’t the end or anything like that, I just feel like everything is so incredibly over. You are moving on while I am still here, stuck, waiting. Waiting for what? I don’t even know. A sign, a miracle, a way to get out of this. I hate you now more than ever.