Everyone told me that keeping busy is the best way to keep my mind off the depression and the heartache. They're mostly right. The weekend was packed with activity; picnicking, kite-flying and on Sunday was a race thing that was more tiring than fun. The activities did made me think about other things but the sadness and the heartache usually comes when I least expect it, like when I'm waiting for a bus on the way home or just having coffee. It hurts and I hate it.
I need a hug but the one that I want a hug from is the cause of all of this feelings. I hate it and while part of me wants to hate him, I can't.
I'm angry all the time. The slightest thing can set me off and I hate being angry. It's tiring and draining.
I wish that I could turn back the clock and did things differently but I'm not even sure if it would help. People and feelings change. I just wish it didn't hurt so much.