...On breakups, suicide, and hope...

For the record, my internet friends, I'm doing very well.

I come on here to vent and write down those feelings that are too strong to express to anyone else. I come on here to get it out and move on. In reality I'm not moping around, I'm not thinking about him or the breakup constantly, and I'm still laughing and smiling and joking. I know my blog gives off the impression that I'm on the floor curled up dying, like Bella in New Moon after Edward leaves her, but I'm not nearly that pathetic. 
After all the trials my life has afforded me to grow stronger, I'm not broken that easily.
I still miss him and wish he'd come back. I'm still in shock. I'm still hurt. But this really isn't the end of the world. Haha, no breakup ever has been. I definitely haven't given up hope on life, despite the perception of the well-wishing friend asking if I should be on suicide watch. I'd never kill myself over this; or at all. He meant the world to me and I wish I meant the same to him, but I don't. And that's something I'm accepting and moving on from. I'm learning to forgive him. I'm learning to live without him. Much as I wish I didn't have to.

Believe it or not, I haven't cried since that day. Five days ago.
He made a huge mistake, whether or not he ever realizes it.
And I don't have time to waste on those who don't think I'm worth theirs.
I'm doing well, friends. Not 100%. And not wholly me again. But I'm well. Believe me. :)