Crashing out
I got dumped pretty bad a couple of weeks ago from an 18 month situationship and I’m still fucking distraught I guess. I haven’t talked to anyone about it and I’m kind of just weeping every day. It wasn’t kind at all and I thought we were closer than that. Anyway I bleached my hair and re-downloaded tinder and I have some guys around again. I would be further ahead with this if I hadn’t had a cold for the past week. I’ve been spending a lot of time alone with the cat and dog I’m looking after. Thinking about becoming a social smoker.
I haven’t been writing anything due to this emotional thing blocking it. That’s not true, I actually started writing about how my medication makes me come from kissing (300mg Bupropion/day ladies) but I don’t think there’s really anything there. I’ve been reading more Dostoevsky (House of the Dead) and I ran a half marathon this morning. My time was better than I thought it would be. I started crying when I saw a girl getting flowers from her beau at the end. I don’t actually want flowers. I know this is like “get a diary” territory but I needed to say something before I can get on with it.
