Everytime I feel like i'm starting to feel better about this, I get slammed harder than the previous time.

I wish I had of known that I had the capacity to feel so awful, I never would have gotten involved in the first place. Twenty-two years and I finally know how it feels to have your heart crushed. I over-estimated myself, I assumed I had the self-assurrance I needed to handle this ending. But I don't. Barely sleeping, drinking far too much, and loosing 7 pounds is certainly a bad way to handle it.

I hate writing posts like this. Sometimes it's hard to keep it all in.