Yes, I am going to “dwell” in my sadness, because sometimes things end and it’s horrible and there is nothing that can be said which makes it suddenly less painful. Even if you’re young. Even if there are plenty of other fish in this proverbial sea I’ve heard oh so fucking much about. I am living in my sadness not because I am some 14-year-old emo kid who wants a reason to feel like the world has wronged them; I am simply unable to view the world through a spectrum other than “I love him, and at a certain point he stopped loving me.” It’s as though the car abruptly stopped and I was not wearing my seatbelt — I am still flying through the air, waiting for the full impact…
At least in my sadness, I know what can be expected. I do not wake up with absurdly inflated hopes of finding the love of my life or achieving great things. Simply making it through a full day without collapsing in a bathroom in a pile of my own self-pity is an accomplishment I am happy to live with for now. And I truly apologize if you think that I should be doing better, but I am not going to pretend that everything is wonderful just for the benefit of everyone who thinks I should be over it by now. I am sad, I am broken, and I don’t need your inspirational speech.
So just let it go. You don’t need to have felt it. You don’t need to understand it. You just need to stop giving me your inspirational speeches. Because nothing you say, makes any of it easier.