Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
My life is over.
I will never find anyone else like him.
Shit...I'm single again.
I go through my normal routine after a relationship ends. I find all the pictures of us and hide them (I must admit that I didn't shred them right away...that took a few months to do), delete him from my phone (along with his friends and family), IM, email, and photo website. No pictures remain on my computer or phone anymore. My MySpace profile relationship status is set back to "single". I reactivate my JDate profile and pray that his profile doesn't come up ever.
I fucking hate him.
I get my stuff back from him, cry for the weekend, tell everyone at work, call all my friends to vent, and decide to join Weight Watchers to get rid of all the weight I gained while being with him.
How could he do this to me? He was supposed to be the one.
My friends try to get me to go out and get drunk to solve my problems. I'm not a drinker when I'm upset. It only makes me more upset, so I decline, thanking my friends for being there for me.
By Monday I am better. By Friday I'm fucking awesome. Shit...I have no plans for this Friday. Or Saturday. Crap.
I hate not having a boyfriend. This blows.