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I've got so much more packing to do. I want to be out of here sometime this weekend. But I can't find the energy to do much of anything. I folded most of my clothes. I still have some random stuff to pack around the living room and bedroom, and all of my bathroom stuff. I can't be bothered, though. It can wait.
At least I've stopped crying.
I'm filled with this sense of finallity. A part of me wants to go back, to make up with him, and start again. I'm not going to act on it. I expect I'll feel this way for a while, kind of lonely and lazy, with no motivation. This must be how emos feel.
I know sitting around and sulking isn't going to do me any good, but I'm sick of trying to distract myself. I'm going to have to deal with the way I feel sooner or later. Might as well be sooner so I can start to get on with my life.
Who decides how long it takes to heal, again? Because I'd like to have a nice chat with them.
Man. It feels like someone has placed a lead weight on my chest. It's silly, since I know that my heart has nothing to do with the way I feel. I always thought heart-broken was just a cliché. But my heart feels like it's been ripped out, flayed, and then replaced and left to leak all over my chest cavity.
Yay for gore.
♥
At least I've stopped crying.
I'm filled with this sense of finallity. A part of me wants to go back, to make up with him, and start again. I'm not going to act on it. I expect I'll feel this way for a while, kind of lonely and lazy, with no motivation. This must be how emos feel.
I know sitting around and sulking isn't going to do me any good, but I'm sick of trying to distract myself. I'm going to have to deal with the way I feel sooner or later. Might as well be sooner so I can start to get on with my life.
Who decides how long it takes to heal, again? Because I'd like to have a nice chat with them.
Man. It feels like someone has placed a lead weight on my chest. It's silly, since I know that my heart has nothing to do with the way I feel. I always thought heart-broken was just a cliché. But my heart feels like it's been ripped out, flayed, and then replaced and left to leak all over my chest cavity.
Yay for gore.
♥