SERIOUSLY.
(WARNING: SEVERLY DEPRESSED RANTING AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.)
I mean, for cripe's sake, I was slumped in the shower earlier, sobbing my eyes out. I was having flashes of memories, happier times with Pat. When we first started dating and talked for hours and hours, when I told him I loved him, stuff like that. And now they're all just...memories. I will never, ever have any of that again.
It never occurred to me that Pat might one day be my ex. I stupidly assumed that whatever came along, we'd work it out. I was SURE of it, in fact.
And people wonder why I'm not confident. Because when I am confident about something, it blows the fuck up in my face. THAT'S why.
All I want to do right now? Sleep. I don't even want to get to work--I want to stay in bed and just not move. Except to watch 'Paranormal State' and drink Coke, of course.