Buuuuuuuuut
It's been three weeks now. And I woke up this morning, and the panic had stopped, the pain in my chest has stopped, my appetite has come back and I don't feel like crying.
Just like that.
I actually feel good!
I suddenly realised, I'm mourning over a moron. I haven't lost him - he's lost me! I haven't lost anything. I've gained a lucky escape from a mean, selfish, waste of space.
There is hope!
Sorry there's no back story to this. I started going out with an ex after a three year break. I thought he was the love of my life. Then he decided he wanted to sit in his room and sulk and never see me again.
I know. Lucky me that I don't have to see him again.
Anyway, really wanted to share that.