I’m sick to death of this shit! On an Island where there’s only one real town and it’s tiny, where you can’t go out of your house without bumping into everyone you know, in this diminutive community, how in the hell am I supposed to forget about my ex girlfriend? How am I supposed to move on with my life? Every time things look set to get better, they end up getting worse. I’m sick of spending every waking second with this empty feeling in my stomach. I’m sick of missing her, and being jealous of her new boyfriend. I’m sick of trying to keep her out of my fantasies.
OK so it’s not all bad. My friends help me put the pain to one side for a while at least, they are the best friends in the world and I’m lucky to have them.
The one person I’ve met who makes life worth living has a boyfriend. The girl I’m with I’m not very attracted to. I want a fresh start but until I’ve completed my university degree I can’t make any massive moves. I feel trapped, hemmed in, with no hope of salvation.
Someone told me recently that I’m an amazing person because when someone I know needs help, a shoulder to cry on, or just plain saving, I do it.
I wish someone could come along and save me.