When me and Adam split three years ago, I was so positive that great things will happen and open up for me. I was ready and hopeful. I don’t feel the same now.
I feel rotten.
Forgotten.

I want to come out of my dark, seedy shell. 

But I’m locked in.

It seems the energy I put in opening myself up to life, and to people sends me further back into the darkest corner of my shell. And each heartbreak and disappointment somehow provides a new depth to the darkness and isolation that I feel.

Digging holes in a dark room.

I see the lives of the people around me evolve, progress, take new different shapes. Im happy to see it all. But now I feel I want something to happen to me as well.

I need something to feel good about being alive.