I left him two months ago. He left me with so many emotional scars. He made me feel unlovable, disgusting and unattractive. He made me feel like a piece of trash. Like a used toy that could be replaced like nothing.

Now, I’m proving that I can do it on my own. I’m planning a future where I can support myself, and buy that house we dreamed of together. I’m going to get that car you always talked about. I’m going to build the animal sanctuary we designed together. I’m going to do all of this and show you that I don’t need you to be strong. I don’t need you to hold me up. I’m just fine on my own.

Except I still lay in bed at night and relive all those horrible moments from this summer. I still feel like nobody will ever want me. I still wonder if I’ll get tossed aside for the upgraded model. I can’t help but think people will only lie to get what they need, then throw me away. I still cry for my lost youth and my crushed heart.

I just wish I could forget, or that the memories would fade. When does it get better? People always say it gets better...