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Ohhh; wee~! And back down I go again!
Just when I thought I was finally getting myself together, after 6 months.
Something goes and drops me back down again to how I was. Who knows how long it'll take for me to recover this time.
Yesterday was pretty much one of the worst days ever. [That I've had in a while.]
First it started off with just me in a bad mood. Don't know why, but I was just generally meh. Though as usual, I'd get into work and perk up a bit. Then, whilst icing some cakes, my stoopid self goes and drops red food coloring on the floor, which splashed onto my feet. So I had red feet for the afternoon, cause it wasn't coming off. Manager didn't seem too happy about it, though it was a laugh to everyone else.
And so coming home, getting the red off my feet for ages, I was told something that just shot me straight down. Of course I tried to act as though I'm ok with it, that I'm happy for him. Heh.. guess he see's right through me. It was just strange though.. having complete deja-vu; same emotions building up.. the same feeling when I cried. I thought I was past that. Glad that I had finally stopped crying.. but then I go through it again. Only the two closest people to me know and was telling me not to go down that road again, that it took me half a year to sort myself out and that I shouldn't put myself through it again. Eh, that's why exes shouldn't really be friends, huh?
Well, as always; as long as he's happy and all that shit. That's all that matters.
I'll get over it.. again.
Just when I thought I was finally getting myself together, after 6 months.
Something goes and drops me back down again to how I was. Who knows how long it'll take for me to recover this time.
Yesterday was pretty much one of the worst days ever. [That I've had in a while.]
First it started off with just me in a bad mood. Don't know why, but I was just generally meh. Though as usual, I'd get into work and perk up a bit. Then, whilst icing some cakes, my stoopid self goes and drops red food coloring on the floor, which splashed onto my feet. So I had red feet for the afternoon, cause it wasn't coming off. Manager didn't seem too happy about it, though it was a laugh to everyone else.
And so coming home, getting the red off my feet for ages, I was told something that just shot me straight down. Of course I tried to act as though I'm ok with it, that I'm happy for him. Heh.. guess he see's right through me. It was just strange though.. having complete deja-vu; same emotions building up.. the same feeling when I cried. I thought I was past that. Glad that I had finally stopped crying.. but then I go through it again. Only the two closest people to me know and was telling me not to go down that road again, that it took me half a year to sort myself out and that I shouldn't put myself through it again. Eh, that's why exes shouldn't really be friends, huh?
Well, as always; as long as he's happy and all that shit. That's all that matters.
I'll get over it.. again.