I'm sad tonight. Melancholy, I guess. I'm sad about break ups. Ho-hum. Break-ups suck. I guess I generally mean all of them, but I'm thinking about one specific break up.
I guess I took it hard.
It always hurts the most when you really care about someone, right. And, truth be told, girlfriend break-ups are the hardest ones out there. For me, they leave me feeling broken for a long, long, long time. So I've had the year of break-ups. Maybe it's been more than a year, and I'm still broken.
Tonight I had that light-bulb moment when I realized I'm still broken. No matter how tough I think I am, I'm still crying inside and still bleeding from wounds that should be healing. I'm still blaming myself for thin skin. I'm still wishing for a do-over and mourning loss and thinking about my old (I can't even say ex) girlfriend.
Pity party for me tonight. I think I'll go eat worms.