Two weeks too long.

I just found this saved in my drafts. My perspective has certainly changed in the past 6 months, but this definitely reminded me of the emotional flood I was drowning in. Is it conceited for me to post this because I enjoy how the heightened emotions enhances the writing (and it's RARE that I like something I've written)? Doesn't matter, it's my blog and I do what I want. Swears ahead, beware.

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks.

I feel defeated, depressed and exhausted. But most of all I'm angry.
Angry I can't do anything to fix anything. Angry I let you in enough for it to hurt this deeply. Angry for being so damn patient, like waiting would make everything better. Angry at you for being so blind to the obvious flaws in your own logic.
For two weeks I haven't been able to sleep. Haven't had an appetite. For two weeks I've been swallowing back tears. For two weeks it's felt like there's a pile of bricks on my chest every second I can't find something else to occupy my mind.
I know I make my share of mistakes, and heaven knows I'm not perfect but I sure as hell don't have time to waste on people who can't muster the humanity to miss me after a whole fucking fortnight.
What happened to best friends? What happened to feeling like we'd won the lottery? And what on earth happened to the guy I fell in love with?


Love me, damn it. Love me enough to do something about it.