A helpful convo

imagine your heart a garage

sorta junky

this garage is special. You can only put other's cars in there.

not your own

so you don't really go in there that much

you think that his/her cars are gone

because the door is shut and you never shut it

YOU shut it because you don't want to get her and you don't know who you want in your garage or what you should put in there

so, here comes a guy

someone who cares about you and likes you and you think, "why not try to put his/her bike in their"

it's not a car

but a start

so you open the door and tell him/her to park it

He/she tries but it doesn't fit

y?

his/her/her cars and stuff is still in there

you thought you got rid of them but what you actually did was cover it up

so, the moral of the story is

it's not so much getting him/her out of your head

it's clearing out your garage of a heart

what's sad is, you let him/her put some much in there, that you even took out some of your stuff

But I can see that you have put some of you in there now.

so, one item at a time

you will move his/her stuff out of your garage

it takes time because you don't have the keys and you have to push the cars

it will be a long time before all of it is gone. but not too long before most of it is

Other Person: it's just bad because my heart literally is hurting. not like awwww... I'm sad... but it feels empty and different

me: I know

I started to dry a lot when I broke up with my ex

I put some much into

I felt empty and broken and like I was nothing

I felt like I was a useless piece of work.

I was a horrible fiancé and an even worse friend.

I started drinking a lot and hanging out with friends all the time because I couldn't be by myself.

So... alone

I wanted to fill the empty void with anything, anyone

...

I felt like a whore for attention and that feeling of having someone.

I started to talk to someone who was totally against my morals and let them use me and they treated me even worse.

I was a wreck none the less.

A lot of my old friends were gone.

I literally was depressed and stressed because I was working 2 jobs and taking classes on top of it.

The part-time job was giving me more stress than working for CSU.

I never was home.

Just to sleep, if I was lucky.

I was grumpy and mean a lot.

Now things are different. Especially today. I still hurt but not nearly as much as I once did.

It's like a paper cut. It hurts sometimes, but then it goes away pretty quickly

That's why I always ask how you r doing and why I am always here for you. I want to be there for you. I know how it feels and I care.

It hurts a lot now, but it will hurt less in the future as the days go by.