This coming week is gonna be hell. 3 months without you will arrive... and it will be a short time away from my birthday.... which I had intended to see you on again or at least text. Now I got nothing

I hate how depressed I'm already feeling over this and how I know that I didn't mean that much to you, and you have moved on and are probably even planning a trip somewhere this month with a new friend.

I hate that I have to see baby T when I feel this way. I want a hug from you instead. This is garbage