how is it i went from being in love and in a relationship and then reduced to just being foolishly in love and just another friendship? it's dumfounding me.
i wanna escape or hide so badly, im contemplating not going to work. or anywhere. see, the difference between you and me is that i wont die without you, but i'd come close to. you wont die without me. period.
so according to chandler from friends, after a breakup, phase one is to sit at home in ugly trackpants and loose shirt, watching tv and not going out for as long as you want. phase two is wearing regular nice clothes and thinking about other people, or thinking about sex. phase three is visiting a stripjoint with them buddies, and phase four is finally going out and having fun.
im at phase 0.5. dont ask.
i think im getting better at this pretending to be happy thing.
you people would just have to bear with me. consequent entries will be sad, sad and sadder. until, you know, im fine again. heh, like in 2 years maybe.