so sorry I can't give credit. Anyone out there who might know, please drop a
message. Really long, but so worth the read. Enjoy :)
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Note to self: Don't listen to Robbie Williams' "Sexed Up" while getting over someone. It might encourage anger or maybe even hostile tendencies. Don't listen to any Lenny Kravitz or "Heaven Help" or "It Ain't Over Till It's Over" or Regine Velasquez or MYMP or just any crapshit for that matter. These might encourage hopes of a reconciliation which could be detrimental to the recovery process. It might even cause delusions.
Note to self: Stay away from the cookie jar. In moments of absentmindedness you pluck at cookies as though they were popcorn and before you know it, all you've gained are pounds no figure-forgiving fabric can hide and fat by the ounces and then you'll be unloved, heartbroken and- to top it all off!- hideously overweight, thus jeopardizing any hopes of future trysts with anyone.
Note to self: Stop trying to convince yourself that it's your fault and you deserve to be rejected. No one, no matter how they've screwed up in the past, deserves to be rejected. Jason Mraz already rhymed about it- It's our God-forsaken right to be loved, love, love, love, loved. You just got the luck of the draw and struck out but things'll get better soon. Don't beat yourself up and stop crying over spilled milk. What's done is done. Blaming is not gonna make things better, just a little bit more bitter.
Note to self: Don't cling on to hope- or anything else or anyone else for that matter. In times of heartbreak and utter sadness, the only person who is strong enough and able to help you is you. Hold on to yourself. You've survived this savage world so far. You'll get through this hump fine, bumps and bruises and scarred heart notwithstanding. You'll be a little damaged and maybe even cynical but you'll be stronger, wiser, and thinner after all
the moping.
Note to self: When the pain comes over you, succumb to it – SERIOUSLY. Pain is good. It means you're coping, accepting and very well could be on the road to healing. The angels could be singing the Ode To Joy faster than you can say "recovered". The pain, thankfully, only lasts a fortnight. Maybe sometimes longer or shorter than a fortnight but it goes away just as quickly as it comes. You let out one big bellow of anguish and in one fell swoop you're healed! Just don't wait for the big bang. It does build up and explode but it's not an orgasm.
Note to self: Stop going over every detail of the two of you and stop trying to analyze. That's just what it is – two halves coming undone – a breakup. You both screwed up somewhere and the damage has been deemed irreparable so there's no other option but separation. That's all. No need for long speeches or gut-wrenching goodbyes to the world and yaddah…yaddah…yaddah. It's no one's fault. You can come up with all the clichés in the world but you'll never be able to make more sense out of it other than – things happen for a reason and the two that once became one has now gone back to just being two.
Note to self: Eat – but in moderation. You need to sustain yourself. Crying is tiring. It should be considered a workout for this reason – like jogging or sex. Worrying takes its toll too. Thrashing your room and flailing your arms in defiance and defeat and beating the floor with your fists are all considered predictable actions when getting over someone and they all
require strength. You need stamina for this. You owe it to yourself to at least be physically prepared for the rigors of heartbreak. You're too young to keel over out of exhaustion just because you broke up with someone.
Note to self: Say NO to self-pity. It doesn't matter who broke up with who. If you're not together anymore, it just means you're way too good for each other. I know it's a screwed up theory but take it for what it is and you can thank me later. It works for me. It still is true in this cosmic loony bin we're in. You're too good for each other so you had to part. Someday when all this is over, another loony will find you and thank their lucky stars for you and the two of you will live loony ever after.
Note to self: Do not even consider getting up on any type of vice – smoking, drinking, drugs, overeating, shopping, playmate-hunting and Lord knows what else. You already made the mistake of falling for the wrong person before. You don't have to top that by screwing yourself over intentionally this time. Think of a more docile vice – like praying or reading the Bible or maybe even going to church. Most people forget that God still exists despite all of this. Maybe it's time you got back to that.
Note to self: Be thankful. Really. Some people live and die without feeling real love at all and nothing's gotta be more tragic than that right? You fell in love and things didn't work out and you broke up and now you have to pick yourself up and dust yourself off. But at least you loved. If you're broken and all screwed up inside because you loved someone deeply enough, count yourself blessed. Love, despite all its unfairness and craziness, is still this life's most incomparable glory. If you've loved truly, madly and deeply even once in this life, I daresay you've lived a full life.
message. Really long, but so worth the read. Enjoy :)
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Note to self: Don't listen to Robbie Williams' "Sexed Up" while getting over someone. It might encourage anger or maybe even hostile tendencies. Don't listen to any Lenny Kravitz or "Heaven Help" or "It Ain't Over Till It's Over" or Regine Velasquez or MYMP or just any crapshit for that matter. These might encourage hopes of a reconciliation which could be detrimental to the recovery process. It might even cause delusions.
Note to self: Stay away from the cookie jar. In moments of absentmindedness you pluck at cookies as though they were popcorn and before you know it, all you've gained are pounds no figure-forgiving fabric can hide and fat by the ounces and then you'll be unloved, heartbroken and- to top it all off!- hideously overweight, thus jeopardizing any hopes of future trysts with anyone.
Note to self: Stop trying to convince yourself that it's your fault and you deserve to be rejected. No one, no matter how they've screwed up in the past, deserves to be rejected. Jason Mraz already rhymed about it- It's our God-forsaken right to be loved, love, love, love, loved. You just got the luck of the draw and struck out but things'll get better soon. Don't beat yourself up and stop crying over spilled milk. What's done is done. Blaming is not gonna make things better, just a little bit more bitter.
Note to self: Don't cling on to hope- or anything else or anyone else for that matter. In times of heartbreak and utter sadness, the only person who is strong enough and able to help you is you. Hold on to yourself. You've survived this savage world so far. You'll get through this hump fine, bumps and bruises and scarred heart notwithstanding. You'll be a little damaged and maybe even cynical but you'll be stronger, wiser, and thinner after all
the moping.
Note to self: When the pain comes over you, succumb to it – SERIOUSLY. Pain is good. It means you're coping, accepting and very well could be on the road to healing. The angels could be singing the Ode To Joy faster than you can say "recovered". The pain, thankfully, only lasts a fortnight. Maybe sometimes longer or shorter than a fortnight but it goes away just as quickly as it comes. You let out one big bellow of anguish and in one fell swoop you're healed! Just don't wait for the big bang. It does build up and explode but it's not an orgasm.
Note to self: Stop going over every detail of the two of you and stop trying to analyze. That's just what it is – two halves coming undone – a breakup. You both screwed up somewhere and the damage has been deemed irreparable so there's no other option but separation. That's all. No need for long speeches or gut-wrenching goodbyes to the world and yaddah…yaddah…yaddah. It's no one's fault. You can come up with all the clichés in the world but you'll never be able to make more sense out of it other than – things happen for a reason and the two that once became one has now gone back to just being two.
Note to self: Eat – but in moderation. You need to sustain yourself. Crying is tiring. It should be considered a workout for this reason – like jogging or sex. Worrying takes its toll too. Thrashing your room and flailing your arms in defiance and defeat and beating the floor with your fists are all considered predictable actions when getting over someone and they all
require strength. You need stamina for this. You owe it to yourself to at least be physically prepared for the rigors of heartbreak. You're too young to keel over out of exhaustion just because you broke up with someone.
Note to self: Say NO to self-pity. It doesn't matter who broke up with who. If you're not together anymore, it just means you're way too good for each other. I know it's a screwed up theory but take it for what it is and you can thank me later. It works for me. It still is true in this cosmic loony bin we're in. You're too good for each other so you had to part. Someday when all this is over, another loony will find you and thank their lucky stars for you and the two of you will live loony ever after.
Note to self: Do not even consider getting up on any type of vice – smoking, drinking, drugs, overeating, shopping, playmate-hunting and Lord knows what else. You already made the mistake of falling for the wrong person before. You don't have to top that by screwing yourself over intentionally this time. Think of a more docile vice – like praying or reading the Bible or maybe even going to church. Most people forget that God still exists despite all of this. Maybe it's time you got back to that.
Note to self: Be thankful. Really. Some people live and die without feeling real love at all and nothing's gotta be more tragic than that right? You fell in love and things didn't work out and you broke up and now you have to pick yourself up and dust yourself off. But at least you loved. If you're broken and all screwed up inside because you loved someone deeply enough, count yourself blessed. Love, despite all its unfairness and craziness, is still this life's most incomparable glory. If you've loved truly, madly and deeply even once in this life, I daresay you've lived a full life.
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