Like all I can think is this all must be some kind of a fucking joke.
I've finally realized something that was keeping me from being happy with a person, hours before moving away from that person forever.
My heart is broken and it's my own damn fault, and it has been for like a year and a half.
And I know, I know. It hurts now, and it will hurt less and less with time until finally one day I will hardly ever think about it. But just right now the pain and irony and cruelness of this all is overwhelming me.