Words are permanent

This is my first blog, yeah. I don't know how I'm feeling at this moment, a little sad. I don't understand how a person I spent so much time with can just forget me. To each their own, but everyone needs to heal and with that is time. Time is the main cure for everything but it's also the worst. Here we are are and it's like week 8 and I'm alot better, but I don't think I'll be at my best. I think about her all the time. I convince myself that I have strong will power which might be true, but it also might be that I was put in a situation that I just don't know what to say to you. Some things are permanent, you can't take them back, you cant make me forget them. I go a whole day without thinking of it, till the night, that's when you get me. I'm forced to take xanax to goto bed. I might be going on zoloft depending on if I think it will make me better, see if time is the cure or it's going to get worse. I'll let you know.