Breaking out

[blue_lexicon]

You know what? Screw it. I'm sick of moping over this shit.

I spent Thanksgiving with my brother and you know what happened? I smiled and I laughed.

He broke my heart, well fuck him. I don't need to be with someone to be happy and I don't need to be all depressive when someone hurts me.

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[firestarter8]

Well, at least that takes care of the missing pieces of what was wrong that night I saw you with the dear old dog, right? Nonetheless, Trillian would be happy that you're smiling and laughing. Coincidentally, she's been cheerful herself.

Wish I could say some more...meaningful words to help. I can't, however, because I never experienced any broken heart. Or even had a serious relationship at all. Yet, it is true what they say: other fish are in the sea.

Sometimes, one has not caught the big and extravagant one yet.

Here's to you getting better, coming from a companion.

[blue_lexicon]

Thanks Axel.

My heart's been tossed around, shattered and stepped on a dozen times over before comming here. I met a guy who I thought was perfect for me. And then he up and disappears, doesn't even say goodbye to my face, leaves me a message on this journal. It was just my breaking point.

[firestarter8]

That's kind of harsh to do, leaving that way. I have someone as well that I haven't heard of in years, despite that he promised he would came back when he had a stable living. So, while not entirely the same as yours, I know the feeling of abandonment. A lot, actually.

Hang in there. Just the fact that you've improved says a lot that you'll be fine soon. Hopefully, at least.

And no problem, no need to thank me. I might be sometimes flaky, I admit, but if I happen to like a person enough, I'm there.