It's all wrong.
We're both just trying to fill a hole the other person left. That's all it is.
I have to move on.
But the days go by so fast... I blink and it's already friday.
Some stuff is looking up, though.
I think I was sent a person... a guardian Angel... who is going to help me not bury myself in the depression I feel I'm burying myself in.
I've been loving the wrong person.
I aught to be loving me.