andy and i broke up.
there are too many reasons to list, and at this point i’m just exhausted. although it’s for the best, my heart is heavy and i totally want to throw up. over, and over, and over.
i have some pretty amazing friends who took me out for dinner on saturday, got me absolutely shit-faced (bottles of wine and double gin & tonics?!) and then took me out dancing. it was nice to do the complete opposite of what i thought i would do (crawl under my covers and die)… so they did well. we woke up on saturday, ate some greasy-spoon breakfast and then i went home to watch movies, nap, and try not to cry.
today is harder. it’s back to my old routine, only i’m no longer living with him and i no longer get to kiss him every single day. i have a lump in my throat that won’t go away and i feel sick to my stomach. i haven’t really been able to touch any food (hello liquid diet) and i’ve been sleeping like total shit. i’ve been having really vivid dreams and i fucking hate it.
starting from square one is the pits.