We shared three years together, three good(ish?) years. I met his parents. We shared a house. We shared a bed. He would wake me up with kisses. He would make me breakfast… And so on, so on. It was a love like in the movies. 

Today, he left me. I expected that. I’m so distant to everything. I changed. I hate myself and everyone around me. I drink alone, I want to sleep alone. When he fucks me I just fake a smile and wait for him to cum. I hate every single voice anyone makes. I want those fucking cheesy birds to shut up in the mornings. 

Today, he left me. And all I think was how would I pay the rent from now on. How can I get a job? How can I get out of this house? How can I live? 

I feel like I have no control over my life.