The low time.
Doesn’t always come.
I knew it would.
Days of afterglow.
Now the crash.
It is all in my head.
I am not worthless.
He does not hate me.
Thoughts of never going back.
Craving him.
Sad, lonely, depressed.
I will feel good again.
It will pass.
It is worth it.
I want to cry.
I hate this.
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