Strength

I am so weak at this moment, but strong at the same time. I feel like I need to cry at the slightest remembrance of this person. I hate it. I hate that I let myself get hurt this bad. I hate that I trusted him so much. I hate that he doesn't care. I can't change the fact that I did get hurt and that I did trust him and that he doesn't care. I am strong in the fact that in my heart I have forgiven him. I don't care. I am just mainly mad at myself. I am embarrassed to be back at home and to have to explain to people why I am home so soon. It's because I couldn't survive. Because I was too weak. Too hurt. That's embarrassing. Sigh...I will get through this.