Well, I think it has officially been the worst week of my life. I have felt more pain than I thought the human body could endure, and the one who caused it is sat quite happy and content not even caring. The lyrics to the song I am listening to sum up my situation pretty well. Everything I thought I knew, that I thought I had, has been ripped away from me and I am powerless to stop it or stop the tears. I cry constantly. I can't eat, every single thing in my life reminds me of what I lost and each memory I think of feels like another piece of me dies. I couldn't have tried harder or given more of myself, but it wasn't enough. I thought I was loved but then I was told it was all a lie, how can someone breathe when their insides are being pulled apart? Rather than do my old trick of replacing emotional pain with the physical, I sought solice in alcohol instead, which doesn't help. It merely numbs it for a short while. Last night I went out with Jim to try and take my mind off things, he made me laugh, and bought me a rose to cheer me up, which was sweet but all I could think about was the one I love, who doesn't even hold any emotion for me anymore, I am no longer significant enough to even be hated or thought about. I don't know how to go on, how to cope. All I wanted for the rest of my life laid in their hands, all my hopes and dreams, my heart and soul which they promised they would look after, even after I forgave them so much, but they just tore them up, and threw them away. All my happiness, trust, hope and love has died with their love for me. And I don't know why. Why they no longer love me, why they don't even want me in their life. Why I wasn't enough no matter how hard I tried. They were my world. They are me. All I think and breathe and feel is them and they simply don't care anymore. How do I carry on? I hope someone can tell me how because I am fast running out of time before the tiny bit of me they left, the broken shell, crumbles away to dust.