Day two of recovery

today is better but I still feel unsettled/restless with myself. I miss my parents more and more because they usually help me get through situations like this. I wish I hated him so I can just get over it but I don't so it's a struggle to move on. I remain aimlessly walking around with no purpose, I go to class, learn, study, go home. I just hope he misses me like I miss him, but I know he doesn't.