I know.

More than anything else, I know. 

I know I'm unhappy. And I know why I'm unhappy.

I'm unhappy because all of these I'm doing isn't improving me. I'm unhappy because I'm not getting better. I'm unhappy because every step I take is a step further from you.



I'm unhappy because I'm here and you're not.

I'm unhappy because you once made me your everything. And yet I took it and snapped it in half. I know. And it is in this knowing that I found full, unbridled misery.

And I won't ever be happy again.