1 week without FP

Today marks 1 week without that person.

It sucked. It was the worst week of my life and I don't see hope for improvement. Any "high" are just moments that aren't distress of wanting them back, of wanting to crawl back and beg to be let in again.

I know I caused too much harm to go back. I know it. I have barely anyone left. My FP really cut off anyway for us to ever talk again. They're rewriting their character of the story we shared for so long.

I'm nothing without them. I'm just a husk. I lost my lifeline and I don't want to live without them, without my reason to live. I ruined and lost everything. I just want them back. I want them to ignore our issues, ignore the harm I was doing just to get their comfort again. I want them back.

It doesn't feel like I'll ever stop wanting them back. It hurts too much, I'm tired, I just want my friend back. I want to contact them and beg and beg and beg for them to stay, to comeback