My life took an unexpected turn last weekend, leaving me confused and broken. I feel like I’ve lost a best friend. But I think it’s possible that it can be the opposite. When something ends, something else starts. I know it sounds like a quote that a suburban mom would have on her kitchen wall, but it is true.
No matter how rational and wise I might seem about this situation I’ve spent this past week drinking 4 bottles of wine, smoking 5 packs of Marlboro Silver, going to the gym every day, calling in sick twice, crying till my head was about to explode and sleeping about a total of 3 hours. All of it has been like a reverse detox where I’ve stuffed myself with things that will kill me. I’ve tried to make it as dramatic and movie-like as possible. I’ve been Bella fucking Swan sitting in that chair for about 90% of the second Twilight movie listening to that depressing Lykke Li song.
But this morning I woke up and I decided that I’m done with it. I’ve got a personality that will make whoever comes after me seem like a loser and a body that a hot bartender at a bar on Lower East wants to sleep with. So don’t worry about me.
How are you? Tell me some stories so that I can focus on something else. <3