There is nothing left of me. I have so much to do and zero energy or ambition to do it. I have nothing at all left. All I do is think of him. Every single day. I want to be okay alone, I do; but I'm just not. I am sad and lonely and completely beyond exhausted all the time. I am slowly dying without him, withering away to nothing. I don't talk to anyone, I'm unintentionally pushing people away. It takes every inch of my being to just get up and get through the day. My family thinks I should go to a counsellor or take anti-depressants. But I know myself. These things won't fix me. They will just add new problems and dependancies. There is only one thing to fix me.
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