I'm Gonna Get Over You!
It was impulse that brought about what I did that made what everything else that happened, happen. Afterward I was in hysterics. This was followed by a numbness which brought about a kind of depression when everything, life, all seemed futile. The depression got severe with each day. Fighting with the numbness it finally broke into full force a week after. The gravity of what I did started to dawn upon me. It was then that it fully hit me. I felt sad, deeply, immensely sad. For about another week this lasted, didn't feel like just a week though. After this, I felt fine. Just fine. Not happy. But fine. The sad thoughts no longer propelled me to tears. I could handle it. Almost. This is the last week. Come Saturday, it shall be a month since it happened. Goodbyes are always hard. They're harder still when it's one-sided. I won't say I am sorry for myself, but yes I am sorry for what I did. But not sorry enough to want to undo it. I am just sorry enough to wish I