I refuse to let myself dwell.

I always believe you can do one of two things when trouble finds its way into the doors of your life.
1) Dwell on how everything sucks and how bad the situation is and how bad you feel and sit and cry all night about it .. or
2) Pick up the pieces of you and put them back together.

Right now, I'm opting for choice #2. Because I cannot handle dwelling on my emotions any longer. If I were to sit and think for any longer than I should about my relationship fuck ups, I'd end up crying even more or going into depression, and well, who needs that shit right?

So this is me, moving on. He broke up with me. Okay, great. That just means I have more time for myself, to discover myself and move on with my life. I have more time to get to know other people and more freedom to go on dates if I'd like to. Things might be complicated with him right now, but I will move forward from this. I will make it clear to him that I am moving on from him. I know that's what he's doing.

And I mean, whatever it is, you can't, you just cannot tell a girl that you're afraid of the word girlfriend and that if your ex-girlfriend wanted you back you'd go running. You just CANNOT tell a girl these things because as soon as you do this, you've lost her.

xx Drawn to danger.