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Am getting rid of lots of stuff...clothing (will give the girlfriends first crack at it)...hopefully other stuff, too...
There is something inherantly sad about it. Some of the clothes I bought were for outings that never happened. Evenings with friends, dates, parties, etc. etc., But I think a lot of it is just reflecting my mood. I'm just kind of...going through my belongings, evaluating my life, trying to figure out where I am right now.
It sucks.
I was here on my own for awhile, eating dinner and puttering around and it was just...lonely. And I wonder if that's a forerunner of having my own place. Yeah, I know a lot of this is an indication of my mood right now, and how crummy I'm feeling about the breakup, but it's just...I hope I can get out of this before I get to the new place.
I am in the process of packing up all my cute dresses and tops, since they're not going to be making an appearance before October 9, anyway.
Ah, yes, October 9. That is the day. That's a little over two weeks away. 18 days, to be exact. I have 18 days to muster up the manpower to move my furniture, as right now it's looking like I've recruited my brother and...that's it. Tentative commitment from Surfer Dude. L will probably stop by and watch. The ex offered to help, but...I don't think having him around is good for the whole moving on thing.
I'm really scared to live alone. What am I going to do with myself? I know that when my friends are around I'll hang out with them; it's not a matter of not seeing anyone. But on weekdays...when I have no one to come over and cook for, and no one to talk to...that's going to be weird. It'll just be me. Me, by myself.
I don't know if I'm ready for it, but I guess I better be,
There is something inherantly sad about it. Some of the clothes I bought were for outings that never happened. Evenings with friends, dates, parties, etc. etc., But I think a lot of it is just reflecting my mood. I'm just kind of...going through my belongings, evaluating my life, trying to figure out where I am right now.
It sucks.
I was here on my own for awhile, eating dinner and puttering around and it was just...lonely. And I wonder if that's a forerunner of having my own place. Yeah, I know a lot of this is an indication of my mood right now, and how crummy I'm feeling about the breakup, but it's just...I hope I can get out of this before I get to the new place.
I am in the process of packing up all my cute dresses and tops, since they're not going to be making an appearance before October 9, anyway.
Ah, yes, October 9. That is the day. That's a little over two weeks away. 18 days, to be exact. I have 18 days to muster up the manpower to move my furniture, as right now it's looking like I've recruited my brother and...that's it. Tentative commitment from Surfer Dude. L will probably stop by and watch. The ex offered to help, but...I don't think having him around is good for the whole moving on thing.
I'm really scared to live alone. What am I going to do with myself? I know that when my friends are around I'll hang out with them; it's not a matter of not seeing anyone. But on weekdays...when I have no one to come over and cook for, and no one to talk to...that's going to be weird. It'll just be me. Me, by myself.
I don't know if I'm ready for it, but I guess I better be,