The past two days, I couldn't stop crying no matter how hard I tried. Mark wouldn't stop texting me and calling me. I ignored all of it because I cannot bring myself to be in contact with him. I don't think that I ever will be. He came over to the house and he was pounding on the door non stop. I didn't open it, I was just sitting on the ground, my back against the sofa, watching a movie while tears ran down my cheeks. My eyes were puffy and sore from crying.
My dad came back this morning. I didn't bother to go downstairs as I usually do when he gets back from his trips. I remain in my bed just looking at my white ceiling. Feeling emotionally numb. I don't have an appetite and I feel like I am empty. I am so empty inside that I feel long gone. Not happy. not sad, just empty. It's like l
