05 Kasım 2011, Cumartesi
saat: 06:07
I spent the Homecoming day lying in bed, underneath a pile of tissues and cough drop wrappers, sounding like a fifty-year-old chain smoker whenever I speak.
This was not exactly the best time for me to come down with a sudden illness. I'm already behind my schedule, I haven't even started looking at the datasets I'm supposed to use in my paper, I missed Greg's birthday party and while everyone else is out at the bars enjoying themselves, I am trying to sleep off my splitting headache.
Worse yet, it feels as if the pain in my heart is never gonna go away.
But please make no mistake. When my heart was broken before, I knew exactly how to manipulate the story to victimize myself and follow up with passionate vengeance. And looking back on that, I see how immature it was, so it makes me thoroughly sad.
I guess dealing with all these at the same time is a part of growing up.
I'm learning to take care of myself.
And also, I'm learning to heal a broken heart. Repeatedly.
