i’m pretty much a mess when it happens. i mean hell, i tried drinking myself to oblivion (while keeping in mind obligations like work) the first month after this last one happened. and my moods are still unpredictable. it’s been about 2 months.

i decided a while ago that i can’t dwell on it forever. i still love her, but she’s not going to get back with me, at least not for a long time if at all. so i figure it’s best to try and move on. i’m trying to get laid (so far to no avail), just so i can feel less bad about her ****ing other people. and i mean, 2 months without sex when you’ve gotten used to at least once a week is stressful as hell. and getting moreso all the time.

also, to respond to the title with a song quote: “Life goes on, even after the thrill of living is gone”