the year after

so i actually made it through an entire year without the ex. nothing against him, but i feel wonderfultastical. i didn't and really couldn't believe that things get better after a breakup, but it does. it really does. i was able to pick myself back up, spend time with my family and friends, travel, blog, do anything in my power to live life and accept that it wasn't meant to be. i'm not going to lie, it was difficult at first, but hey, so is quitting smoking, and it's been over two months since i kicked THAT bad habit.

i didn't blog about him much, primarily because putting my feelings out there for him to read would give him more power. i'm sure the thought of me crying my eyes out the first few nights and going to work looking like death warmed over wouldn't change him. it didn't. i don't know where he is now, or what he's doing, or how he is. the reality is, i just hope he is well, and that he's happy. he'll never be cram-happy, because he'll never have cram again. ever. he'll have to find someone else to manipulate and emotionally tear down. i'm a million times better than the person he made me out to be.

cho

chang

cho chang.

come out, come out, wherever you are!