I did something bad today. Not bad in the sense of actually evil, but I still shouldn’t have done it. I let myself remember the last good time I had with the friend who I ‘broke up with’. I know this is stupid, but they meant so much to me and there were so many good times before everything went wrong.
I’m trying to stop loving them. And stop missing them. I don’t want to do this the healthy way, and I know that I shouldn’t try to purge them out of my life but the way I feel… I don’t know what else to do.
I’m sorry that this blog is starting on such a negative note. I promise, I won’t always be this way.