How is it that the better I feel when I go to sleep at night, the worse I am when I awaken in the morning?

There's just too much that time alone cannot erase - I've known her for too long. Like a shadow, her presence still lingers around me, following me everywhere I go. No matter what I do, she's always somewhere at the back of my mind, but I never seem to know what she's doing.

"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me"
-"My Immortal", Evanesance

I want to stop wallowing in self pity, but I start everyday from the bottom, not from where I left off yesterday. I desperately want to blame her, but I just can't find the heart to do so, because she really wasn't at fault.

When something as sublime as love goes to waste, who else can we blame but ourselves.