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.
Your emotions are not everything, but they do mean something. Always.
Caring less means winning many battles. But ultimately, losing the war.
I didn’t even know I was able to feel anything at all. You always built me up so high, so when you left me for someone else, I fell very far.
You reassured me and told me to wait, and here I am, still waiting.
When I’m right there on the verge of waterworks, I pick a memory.
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.
Got (some) feelings?
There will always be little reminders, and all the memories you collected together. So you chalk it up to heartbreak, and avoid while you need to piece yourself together, and start over slowly.
Keep lying to yourself until you’re absolutely miserable. Feel the fight go out of you completely. Accept the fact that you can’t do it anymore. You would if you could, but you just can’t.