When Ashley left me, I hit the lowest point in my life. I didn’t want to live anymore. I waited until my roommates were in bed and left my apartment. I walked in the dark with my head down and my heart beating at triple its normal rate, not caring where I went or if I came back. I didn’t know if I was depressed, angry, or just sad, but I hated everything. Mostly I hated myself.
It was cold outside, and I didn’t bring a coat, but that didn’t seem to matter. I just walked. The moon was […]