Not finished

As soon as I hit the "Publish Post" button, I knew instantly I had more to vent about.

"I think for awhile, I'd just forgotten how to be happy."

Anybody else feel like shit all of a sudden? That "awhile" she was refferring to was that section in time when we were "together," so what the fuck does that say about me? I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Now all I have to do is sit here, commiserating, listening to and playing depressive music. Which is the only thing I've done, all fucking summer. I've got to stop this. Soon I'll be too busy to do feel anything.