I don't even

I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be feeling.

I'm euphoric, I'm depressed, I'm sketched out.

I never thought I'd feel this way again.

But I don't love you anymore.

No matter how much I want to.

No matter how much I try to.

But I want you to be happy.

I want us to get along now.

The time for resentment is over.