The first blog I have posted about the break up. I mourned my grief of a lost love and said good-bye to that love. I am in the process of moving on. I have gotten more stuff done than I ever had in Morgantown. I have a brand new job--not much but it'll help me get the bills paid--I can now drive, and I have friends to hang out with if I'd want. My life is pretty amazing right now. I'm enjoying it at the best of my ability to do so.
But then you have those long nights where all I do is sit and think of him, find myself looking through photos of us, and letting that one little tear fall from missing him so much. And, days like this hurt the most for me. I never know what to do to stay busy and keep my mind off of it. I mean, it would be so easy to curl up and cry because of what's happened but I'm afraid if I do that I will end up back at square one. It's not as easy for me as I let on like. I'm only trying to keep the positive up and the negative down. My friends seem to think that's not healthy but then they all get upset when I sit crying over it. I just can't find the happy medium here.
All I can do is try to move on, try to be strong, and keep on with my life. I breathe in, and breathe out. That's all I can do. It still hurts though. Not going to lie.
