How do I feel?
I feel like shit.
I feel like there’s a big lead weight on my chest.
I feel exhausted at the mere idea of doing anything more complicated than staring out the window and moping.
I feel like crying…for hours.
I feel like laying in bed and not coming out for days…which I guess makes it a good thing I don’t have a bed right now.
I feel lonely.
I feel like letting him out of my sight for a single second was the worst mistake I ever made.
I feel like I can’t wait to leave this stupid city that’s full of memories of him.
I feel like an idiot.
I feel like I’m really going to regret this later.
I feel shitty.