Every day is like a new breaking point reached. You haven’t done much over the last month or so, really. Mostly you’ve just sat there, which made things worse, and did nothing but watch everything move on around you, which made things worse. You know you’ve been forgotten, and you still haven’t forced yourself to think it was okay. You’ve tired, you really have, but it just makes things worse. You wish you had that empty feeling all the time, but mostly you just have that sharp pang.