Sure, I could. I've probably survived a lot worse. So yeah, sure, I could pick myself off the ground and move on. Focus on positive things instead of the pain. That's what everybody wants me to do. Just move on, as if that is the easiest thing in the world to do. Why didn't I think of that myself?
But I'll tell you a little secret. I don't want to. I don't want to put myself through the pain. It's just not worth it. Am I being a coward? Am I being weak? Am I selfish? Yes, yes, and yes. But I don't care.
I am being a petulant child because I am tired and hungry. I am tired of this life. I am tired of this crap. I'm tired of being in pain. But most of all, most of all..., I am tired of this emptiness, that aching hole inside of me that knows no boundaries.
And so I will throw a tantrum. Even if no one cares.