Feeling blue. I really hate it when someone that was so sweet to me and just gushing with things to tell and share with me, someone I felt so comfortable talking to and who really got me on a deep and personal level, who made me feel special and made me feel they were special, now acts like almost a stranger. It makes me feel like all that time we talked and got to know each other was just a dream, just a figment of my imagination, a mirage. It gives me a sinking feeling to see how we are today and compare it to where we were a year ago. It stings like a cut, it burns like a salted wound, it hurts like a dull but constant pain that won't go away, a soreness. It angers me like I might feel after falling, something both painful and embarrassing that it happened because you get hurt and it makes you look stupid to boot, and you're just laying there thinking "fresia, this again?"
And then there's the hoping, hoping that it will change again someday. That all of this will blow over and we'll forget it like a bad dream, and we'll go back to laughing and joking and sharing and being happy that we found each other. And the waiting, waiting for them to snap out of it. Waiting to see if there's even any chance they'll change. I can't afford to spend the rest of my life hoping and waiting though. It just drains me and drives me mad, like an itch I scratch until it bleeds.
I hate this feeling like hell.