It's strange, how fast we humans adapt. Get thrown into a home in the jungle, we shift and change to adapt so quickly to our new environment. Even if we can't get used to how things are now, we try to add or remove so it feels more like what we are used to. I guess that's what I am trying to do.

After separating fully, I feel this hole. This empty space that used to be you. I can feel it just slowly gnawing at my being. I shovel other things into the hole but no matter what it won't fully fill up. It will ease the gnawing for a while, of course, but it never fixes it. Trying to get close to school friends, chatting online less to make it feel like it's not just you and me becoming distant but all of the internet.

I will never feel sorry enough for what happened, and I felt like utter shit ever since I told you and it's just gotten worse. I wouldn't stop you from leaving because I feel like that is the best thing for you to do. However, from the looks of things it's just getting worse for you without me. I guess this is what they call a "damned if you do, damned if you don't" situation.