I met up with X today. We ate pancakes. He said I look good. I wish he wouldn’t lie.
I don’t know what else to do. I have told him I’m sorry a dozen times.
He came to collect his things today. I couldn’t stop crying.
Nothing sparks joy in me anymore.
I haven’t eaten since Wednesday.
I saw him buying wine and chocolates at the corner shop. I wanted to die right there.
I played poker with someone online. He stole my King, leaving a desperately lonely Queen.