I can't focus. I can't concentrate.

I don't understand.

I feel like I have so much to say, so much to ask. Yet I still feel empty inside. I'm so angry at you, so disappointed in you. But I still love you. I wish I could stop. I wish that right now, for the moment, I was completely oblivious to your existence. I wish that I could either rewind so far back so that either we never existed or you told the truth, or that I could fast forward to a point where things had settled.

I have no idea what to do with myself. And it's all your fault. All your lies. What was the truth?

I was so blind.

I hope I never see you again.
I want you here right now.

I wish I was strong enough to walk away and never look back. I'm not.