have a nice life, miss sobriety.

Break-ups.

The very word sends an unwelcome shiver to my core.

Unfortunately, sometimes you've got to do what's best for you and him. You must be brave and say the word. Because it's what is right, even if you hate doing it.

Like they say: What happens will happen. What will be, will be.

Post-break-up is the worst time for me. I'm still processing everything that was said. Everything that was done. Everything in our past. Every word, every smile, every laugh, every kiss, every embrace. And that hurts. So much.

I know my ladies out there here me on this. Maybe the gents as well.

We all have different ways of handling this state of depression.

Some resort to beer and highs. Not the best way to handle anything, at all. It does nothing for your benefit.
Others break down and instantly crawl back to their ex-lover and cry, "I didn't mean it, take me back!" Which is sad and somewhat pathetic. I can't help but feel sympathy for these people.
And there are those like me that grab the dark chocolate covered espresso beans, choking on tears, and sit in front of the television watching "Interview With a Vampire" and "Wayne's World 2". This type is the indulging type.

But I'm also the kind to lay in bed all day, just laying there. Doing nothing but staring at the ceiling, living my past experiences. This is if nobody motivates me.

Who honestly does the 'right way to handle that situation'? By that I mean looking at the positive aspects and going on with a huge smile on your face. Everybody falls into a rut. In time they will move on, but not like that so soon.

And don't you hate it when you can't make people understand your pain? Even though they say the do, they don't. Because this is YOUR pain. Not theirs. They can't feel YOURS.
And that's what adds to the hurt.