Day 1 - 6
I don’t know how to do this. I want to stop the bleeding before it gets worse. The only way I know how to do that is to keep to the no contact setup. To not look. To keep myself busy, and do everything but think of you. When I catch myself questioning my decision, or feeling sad, I read a list of all the shitty things you’ve said, and done to me. I listen to the two voicemails I have from you. Unfortunately both are shitty. But it’s an excellent reminder of how vile you can be. It sucks to know the only things I have that are kind/romantic/sweet or full of praise are the cards, letters, and flower notes. It would have been nice to have a kind and sweet message to listen to. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t living a principled life. I’d post your shitty voicemail online so everyone could hear how fucking rude you are. I’ve noticed that when I forget about you, I stop picking at my nails. My cuticles look like shit, especially right after I read your messages. I hav...