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I can't believe 8 days ago Calvin broke up with me.
I can't believe I already have a new apartment with awesome roommates.
I can't believe I finally saw my new therapist yesterday, and how awesomely it went.
I can't believe all of this is happening.
A lot of the time I try to slow things down, like I need to work through it all somehow for it to make sense or be real or whatever existential bullshit i'm trying to say. The last week has been filled with nothing but growth for me, and now that the move and such is approaching I just don't know what to do. I'm sad. Sad as fuck to the point of being bitter. Mostly for the future I was so sure of that's completely dead now. I'm sad because, when we worked at it, we had an awesome relationship.
I was talking to my therapist and telling her about me and Calvin and she just couldn't understand what went wrong. Which I understand. I mean, I don't know. He helped me through a lot of shit. We were the dream team. Left brain and right brain. I don't know. I can't dwell on the fact that we're not together, because we were friends first and foremost no matter what. I just don't know how I'm going to go on without him as my partner in life. I thought we had everything figured out, even the bullshit. I felt like we had forever at our fingertips, but I just couldn't grasp it.
I can't deny that I'm heartbroken. All of my insides were filled with blood and I could feel every part of me boiling over when we broke up. All of my gaskets exploded, and I swear my heart stopped for a second because all I could feel in my chest was this unbearable pain. It was a total nightmare for a few days. But, somewhere along the last week I just snapped out of it. I mean, I lapse into emotional spells sometimes. I still cry, because it still hurts. But I swear I was comatose and incapable of doing anything for the first 73 hours. Then the music video shoot happened. I swear there was a magic somewhere in that art gallery that weekend that I'd never seen before. I felt a part of something again, minus the mind blowing sex and constant cuddles. I felt connected to everyone in the room because, well, I was. I wasn't the star, but everyone knew everyone's name by then end of the shoot. Like we were at summer camp and had gone through some wonderful bonding exercise.
It was beautiful, and above all healing.
I have to move on with my life, even if I don't want to. I have to stay strong because I'm all I've got at the end of the day. I am not a useless human being with Calvin as my boyfriend. I'm just different, and hell maybe even better. We both grew so much together, and that's something I'll never forget. I couldn't forget. He taught me that I'm a human being. That feelings and reality aren't the same. He kept me sane, for the most part.
I should be excited about my new apartment, and I totally fucking am. My roommates are awesome, and the location is wonderful and stupidly convenient.
Fuateva B thurs A Nig.
I can't believe I already have a new apartment with awesome roommates.
I can't believe I finally saw my new therapist yesterday, and how awesomely it went.
I can't believe all of this is happening.
A lot of the time I try to slow things down, like I need to work through it all somehow for it to make sense or be real or whatever existential bullshit i'm trying to say. The last week has been filled with nothing but growth for me, and now that the move and such is approaching I just don't know what to do. I'm sad. Sad as fuck to the point of being bitter. Mostly for the future I was so sure of that's completely dead now. I'm sad because, when we worked at it, we had an awesome relationship.
I was talking to my therapist and telling her about me and Calvin and she just couldn't understand what went wrong. Which I understand. I mean, I don't know. He helped me through a lot of shit. We were the dream team. Left brain and right brain. I don't know. I can't dwell on the fact that we're not together, because we were friends first and foremost no matter what. I just don't know how I'm going to go on without him as my partner in life. I thought we had everything figured out, even the bullshit. I felt like we had forever at our fingertips, but I just couldn't grasp it.
I can't deny that I'm heartbroken. All of my insides were filled with blood and I could feel every part of me boiling over when we broke up. All of my gaskets exploded, and I swear my heart stopped for a second because all I could feel in my chest was this unbearable pain. It was a total nightmare for a few days. But, somewhere along the last week I just snapped out of it. I mean, I lapse into emotional spells sometimes. I still cry, because it still hurts. But I swear I was comatose and incapable of doing anything for the first 73 hours. Then the music video shoot happened. I swear there was a magic somewhere in that art gallery that weekend that I'd never seen before. I felt a part of something again, minus the mind blowing sex and constant cuddles. I felt connected to everyone in the room because, well, I was. I wasn't the star, but everyone knew everyone's name by then end of the shoot. Like we were at summer camp and had gone through some wonderful bonding exercise.
It was beautiful, and above all healing.
I have to move on with my life, even if I don't want to. I have to stay strong because I'm all I've got at the end of the day. I am not a useless human being with Calvin as my boyfriend. I'm just different, and hell maybe even better. We both grew so much together, and that's something I'll never forget. I couldn't forget. He taught me that I'm a human being. That feelings and reality aren't the same. He kept me sane, for the most part.
I should be excited about my new apartment, and I totally fucking am. My roommates are awesome, and the location is wonderful and stupidly convenient.
Fuateva B thurs A Nig.