...

I'm left to fend for myself without Pete to help me.
I hoped it would be different, but it looks like it's properly over, nothing left to salvage.
Not even friendship.
It feels...empty, like I've got nothing left inside but bitter acid thats eating whats left of me away.
But there's nothing I can do, we want different things, he wants me, I want...I dunno, some time alone to try and sort myself out, maybe a different life altogether.
It's probably better this way. Except it doesn't feel like it at all, because I miss him, and it hurts like a bastard.
Maybe I am wrong, maybe I have made the worst mistake of my life. Only time will tell, and only life will teach me how to mend.