Fifteenth day of 2023

I miss you.

I miss you so much.

I've always managed to shrug off depressive episodes. Mostly because I don't have time for them. Nothings changed.

I just can't shrug this off.

Every time I realise that we ended things I struggle to breath.

I'm a second away from crying at all times.

When will this end?

I doubt you care.

I bet you're off with your next distraction. I wish I had it that easy.

But even if I found a distraction. I don't think I'd want it.