Fuck.

I just....I can't.
I can't.
I can't think.
I can't breath.
I know that if I try to eat I'll just puke it up.
I'm not even hungry.
My head is pounding.
I could just break something.
I'm angry and I'm upset and I just...I just wish things were different.
Do you know I didn't even get to hug her on sunday?
Because I didn't want to interupt what she was doing long enough to get a hug.
I didn't go to youth group last wednesday.
The last wednesday she'd ever be with us.
I'm...I'm....fuck.
I just....I can't.
I can't do this.