Moving on.

I'm not happy. And, I'm close to giving up. God. I want to cry. I'm trying to do my best to bring back everything. But, I am failing or should I say, I failed. Well, I shouldn't be hoping nor expecting things from him, in the first place.

I have plans, but they're just plans. How can I do those without his presence? I might be over-acting. But honestly,

I'm losing hope.
I'm losing him.
I lost him.

Shooot. I'll wake up, and he's totally gone.

It's not easy to move on, but I think that's what I have to do right now. This very moment.


Hay. Shit happens.
Why do people find it easy to move on while I don't?