Well, I really hate this. Starting to feel the weight of all the plans I had that involved him in one way or another.
I think I have actually never, ever done this sober! I don't even know what to do with myself. Getting wasted and being promiscuous and crying all the time does NOT sound appealing. But I don't know what this looks like otherwise. Is my life about to be a montage from a terrible movie where I eat ice cream and walk sadly through the streets looking wistfully at happy couples? That sounds terrible too, except for the sped-up-montage-and-happy-ending part.