Without further ado, my rulebook for the self-destructive and newly single.
And I fell, hard — harder than ever before for you. I fell for every thing you thought was wrong with you, I loved all of those things that you hated.
I don’t know where you are or who you are or what you do for fun or who your friends are. And I’m okay with that. I am finally okay with that.
Rebound (but don’t relationship rebound).
When you have no contact with your ex, you have far more control over your mood and it gives you that emotional distance that you absolutely need in order to get over the relationship. If you keep maintaining unnecessary contact, time won’t make you feel any better, it will just prolong the entire process.
They say the first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem. When it comes to people, I like to think that the first step is admitting that you’re not okay.
He didn’t decide to leave me because he wanted me to grow or be a better person, he did it because he didn’t want me anymore. He never bothered explaining because he just didn’t care anymore. It is that simple.
I don’t think our fight was even a fight. Just covert looks under hooded eyes. If anything it was an unfight. The room was thick with words unsaid.
And not only will you never know, you will never understand, which are two very different concepts.
It’s wrong, I know, to do things that make me feel closer to you. I know that temporary relief from the pain of your absence does me no good. But neither does missing you so much I can’t think.