He sweet talked me into loving him, made me feel like I actually mattered to him, after which shattered my heart. How am I imagined to ignore someone like that? Immediately getting over him is a pleasant thought, nevertheless it’s not the way in which the world works. So stop telling me to recover from him, because I’m allowed to be heartbroken.
1. I won’t apologize for my feelings.
Don’t tell me he’s not value my tears. If I would like to cry, then I’m going to cry. I’ll bawl my eyes out until my mascara creeps down my cheeks and my contacts are all dried out. I’ll even turn myself right into a cliché, scooping ice cream straight from the container and drunk texting him after a couple of too many shots of tequila, but I won’t feel bad about it. I’ll never apologize for having feelings.
2. I won’t recover from him unless I freak out first.
I do know I don’t need him. I do know I’m higher off without him. I do know any man can be lucky to have me. But I’m never going to recover from him, not completely, unless I freak out first. It’s how I get my closure. So let me destroy myself, a minimum of on a small scale, so I actually have a probability to place myself back together. Otherwise, he’ll all the time be hovering at the back of my mind.
3. My mental health matters.
Why should I actually have to cover my pain and placed on the pleased face of a woman with a steel heart? When I actually have the flu, I’m not pressured to pretend that I’m in perfect health. So once I’m depressed, why do I actually have to cry behind closed doors? I’m not going to deceive my family and friends about being fantastic, simply to make them feel comfortable. Life isn’t comfortable.
4. Little things mean lots to me.
I do know that single life isn’t all that bad and that boys aren’t all the pieces. But my part-time job isn’t all the pieces either, and I’d still cry if I got fired. And the finale of How I Met Your Mother wasn’t all the pieces, but I still cried once I saw the shit show of a finale. I get upset when bad things occur. It’s the way in which things go.
5. Love is all we discuss.
Half of the time, I’m told that I must be pleased and not using a boyfriend, and I understand it’s the reality, nevertheless it’s hard to consider when the opposite half of the time I’m bombarded with commercials about pleased couples, Instagram photos of #RelationshipGoals, and articles with suggestions for locating a boyfriend. It’s hard to be pleased being single, especially after going through a rough breakup, once I’m surrounded by reminders that I’m alone.
6. I don’t care how I look.
Screw my fame. I’ve never tried to be “cool girl” to get a boyfriend, and I won’t pretend to be “a classy lady” after a breakup. I don’t care what I appear like in other people’s eyes, so I’m not going to cover my crazy. I’d relatively embrace who I’m.
7. I’ll recover from him eventually.
One day, I’ll look back and laugh at how heartbroken I used to be over losing such a loser. But today shouldn’t be that day. Today, I would like to bask in my misery. Today, I would like to take into consideration all of the romantic dates we went on and leaf through the old texts he sent me. Today, I would like you to let me mourn my failed relationship, since it’s the one way I’ll be truly pleased tomorrow.
