ARGH
The person who said that 'things get better with time' was both on crack and idiotically optimistic. Okay, yes, maybe they DO get better with time, but in my experience it's A LOT of time, no rather, A FUCKLOAD OF TIME where all can somehow eventually be forgotten, not a quick frolick in the woods and all is well again, as the phrase 'things get better with time' insinuates. Maybe it's just me and my incredibly weird definition of time and the idea of 'giving it time' - 'time' to me is heat for two minutes and stir, take a number and wait your turn, careful that paint has to dry. Not 'live a whole other life between this and your next inevitably idiotic relationship and then maybe after you've done all that you'll feel okay about this one'.
It's been a week and I still feel terribly lonely and totally pathetic.
I looked at a particular bottle of wine at work and got all sad and nostalgic and weepy.
I became disgusted with myself for my shameless moping, and then moped about being a moper.
In all honesty, life has been pretty much normal. It's just those few minutes IN BETWEEN normal, those moments when I stop and remember something and frown a little and feel sorry for myself. Those moments that piss me off because I want to know if he's having them too, and I feel like maybe he's not.
I am swearing off men. No - relationships. No - relationships with men.
Yeah.
It's been a week and I still feel terribly lonely and totally pathetic.
I looked at a particular bottle of wine at work and got all sad and nostalgic and weepy.
I became disgusted with myself for my shameless moping, and then moped about being a moper.
In all honesty, life has been pretty much normal. It's just those few minutes IN BETWEEN normal, those moments when I stop and remember something and frown a little and feel sorry for myself. Those moments that piss me off because I want to know if he's having them too, and I feel like maybe he's not.
I am swearing off men. No - relationships. No - relationships with men.
Yeah.