Unscrewed Posted August 8, 2016 Posted August 8, 2016 Well, the first 3 days were the worst. Intense chest pain, loss of appetite, nausea, dizziness, insomnia, blemish skin. Heartbreak was a bloody medical condition. I didn't want to stay miserable, so I kept myself close to family. After telling my mum about the breakup, I felt immensely better. She was like "it takes me an average of 10 days to get over a guy". Then I went on a much-needed vacation, sandy beach, sunshine, hot people and stuff. My dad gave me a sense of purpose. Things were looking up. For now, I set some personal goals for myself: doing 50 consecutive pushups, jogging for 30 minutes straight, mastering the one-legged squat, finishing my degree, working with my cousin in Spain, learning a new language. My health is my top priority. Without health, I have nothing. I still miss him. Sometimes I wish him died a horrible death. A little bit of anger is healthy, mind you. Maybe I will fall in love with someone else again, maybe we will get back together. Who knows whatever fate has in store. For now, I will only focus on things I have control over.
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