Weird day today. I was consumed with thoughts all morning. Reading stories from various girls freshly broken up with over the past few days on here made me sad for all the collective heartache there is out there. That shit is so confusing in the beginning. That fucking initial cavalcade of anger, shame, regret, and overwhelming sadness is harrowing. I guess the silver lining (if you can call it one) is that it does get better. It gets better once you shed that cocoon you shared with your significant other, once you purge yourself of everything that had to do with them, once you’re able to find yourself again, and function on your own.
Relationships can be surprisingly fragile things. A single fight, or innocent word, can sink what seemed like an unsinkable ship, or at least one that could always be made seaworthy again. God, I use metaphors too much.
Oh and a happy April Fools’ to all assholes out there.