80 days

80 days have come and gone. This is such a struggle.
I wish I had something to look forward to.
How am I going to do this? I hurt in so many ways.
I am constantly wallowing in my own self pity. Am I that weak?
Every day is different. Sometime I start crying as soon as I get home, sometimes I wait a little bit.
Everyone went back to their lives. I kept trying to do the same but mine is so broken I don’t know what do.