Pristine blossoms of the over-mind

Never mind all of that.

Because I am that kind of person, I have a list to tell me what I need to do. next to each item on said list, is a due date/time. without my list, I am lost.

I am a chronic procrastinator. It’s what I do. see? I should be working right now, but I’m not. Instead, I sit here and just wish the time away. What of my work, you ask? Well, that is to be done hurriedly and slovenly when pressure ensues.

I am still burdened and saddened by thoughts of my ex. The break-up / The love/hate pseudo-friendship that existed for months afterward / The hurtful remarks / The getting to grips with the situation / The new girlfriend / Hearing of the new relationship that so instantly replaced 5 years / The dawning of realisation that that which was will not be again.

Sometimes it’s hard to come to terms with the fact that something you put all your energy into: love, time, money, effort, affection; was all for naught.

He isn’t that into me.

What a harsh reality.

They say things only bother you if you let them. And, only the hurt person can end the hurting cycle. I’m supposed to … just stop feeling hurt, or something. Forgive and forget. Make peace. Time numbs. [insert other over-done axiom of encouragement here]

How do you know when a relationship is well and truly over?

I suppose I have to compile another list.

Ways to get over heartbreak:

1. …

And therein lies the problem.