Another Sunday...
I used to dread Sundays simply because I had to wake up early and go to church. Now, I really hate Sundays because I'm reminded of when Trevor and I broke up. Some are better than others, but today was miserable. I held back so many tears at work. I still don't know why it's taking so long to get over a stupid boy. I didn't need him before we met to make me happy so I should be happy without him. But every night I dream about him. I've remembered quite a few, surprisingly. Usually I can't remember any of my dreams. I wake up missing him every morning so I must be dreaming about him even if I don't remember. I hate it. I never dreamt about him this much while we were dating. It's like I appreciate him so much more now that he's gone.
My counselor has helped me to realize a few things. I think talking to someone once a week has helped. I wish I could talk to her more though. This Wednesday is my last appointment. Although, I wish it wasn't. I don't think I'm going to be completely over him in a week. Or even 2. Another month will go by and I will probably feel exactly the same. It still hurts. It still feels like the day it happened. I don't know what to do to make the hurt go away. I'm going to start reading a book titled It's Called a Breakup Because it's Broken by Greg Behrendt. He also wrote He's Just Not That Into You and Bre read that one and said it was good. How pathetic. But at this point, I'll try anything. I just don't want to feel like this anymore.
My counselor has helped me to realize a few things. I think talking to someone once a week has helped. I wish I could talk to her more though. This Wednesday is my last appointment. Although, I wish it wasn't. I don't think I'm going to be completely over him in a week. Or even 2. Another month will go by and I will probably feel exactly the same. It still hurts. It still feels like the day it happened. I don't know what to do to make the hurt go away. I'm going to start reading a book titled It's Called a Breakup Because it's Broken by Greg Behrendt. He also wrote He's Just Not That Into You and Bre read that one and said it was good. How pathetic. But at this point, I'll try anything. I just don't want to feel like this anymore.