So I sit on this couch, alone. My heart has been broken.

Can I describe the frustration I feel towards my inability to push 'fast forward' on feelings? Human inability to accelerate through emotional digestion? I feel very cold, reflecting on a time that seems so wasted. I put forth my best, seemingly without error, and yet...the investment yields nothing. I'm right back, as though nothing ever happened. I am downtrodden, neither angry at myself nor the party responsible, but simply...

Duo