Regret, Repeat

Why can't I throw this away? Let it out of my sight and possibly, out of my mind for good? How I hate being reminded of what we used to be... It makes me think; Do you struggle with the same thoughts? The same reminder that I endure? Or have you moved on completely? Maybe I'll forget, about everything...but these papers still stay, waiting to be discovered again.

Please, let me tear my eyes out.

I want to quit, my job, life, everything. Will I ever feel like I fit in?