You'd think five years would be enough time to cope and move on.

It's not.

If anything, it's given me more unrealistic ways to deal with my loss.

More pain.

And even worse, a woman I don't love.

A woman that isn't her.

I hate her.

She hates me, too.

My life's a mess.

My heart's nonexistent.

My soul was lost long ago.

Worst of all, I no longer have any fucks to give.

They say you find your true love after you lose your first one.

I call bullshit.