You'll get over it when you get over it. No sooner, no later. The idea of timetables for emotions is absurd, like you are allowed to be miserable for, say, 90 days, but at the 91st you are suddenly fine. If you really love someone, it takes longer. If you didn't love them as much, less time. Accountants have no business giving us emotional timetables. I mean, I don't go telling them how they should feel, so why do they think they're allowed to tell us how long we're allowed to feel it? Milk of magnesia. God, I wish there was milk of amnesia. I would chug that shit like it was going out of style, calories be damned! Oh, I forgot, there is something like that - it's called alcohol.
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Milk of magnesia. God, I wish there was milk of amnesia. I would chug that shit like it was going out of style, calories be damned! Oh, I forgot, there is something like that - it's called alcohol.
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