Last night I watched a movie, and something about the ending just got to me. It wasn’t even tragic. My chest started heaving beyond control, and the tears welled up. I managed to to control most of it until I left my friend’s house, but once I got into my car it was all over. Full on sobbing and everything.
I decided to take a 6 week break from my Ex. It has almost been one week. I am still not sure it was the right decision, because I’ve been fucked up ever since. My work has been constantly reinforcing my desire to find a new job. And I’m still trying to understand how I could possibly have buried my attraction to men for so long. Also, why are men dicks? I know, I promised I wouldn’t say that anymore. Fuck me. That’s what he said? O.o
So I had a good cry. I need more, methinks. I didn’t get it all out. Maybe I’ll have a mopey marathon. Quick, everyone name the saddest movies you can think of. Go!