Over it.

I'm so sick of seeing people together, seeing my friends have babies, eight year wedding anniversaries.

I'm so sick of receiving wedding invites, hearing baby news, women around me with baby bumps.

I'm so sick of being around him when he doesn't want me the same way.

I'm so sick of being reminded of how things used to be.

I'm so sick of just wanting until my gut churns and burns only it never happens.

And I am SO SO sick of my wondering what the fuck is happening with my life.

And why I am just so fucking alone.