It's a little bit funny, how everything you once knew is all of a sudden in a blur. The most beautiful day og sun and blue skies, and all you see is shattered fragments of the dark lonelyness, ripping the beauty apart.

It's hard to let go. To say goodbye, knowing all that lies within. It's never easy to accept the fact that the battle you fought, now is falling to the dust, forever and ever. One moment, it's like the world bows to your mighty love, and the next, it all shatters in the heavy punch towards the solid concrete.
By The Way, my hand is better now. Most of the swalling has gone doen, and it's only exremely painful, blue and purple. I can handle that. And I haven't done anything stupid wither.

Anyways, good things and and bad things go to hell. Then some other things happen, and life goes on. But dealing with this heartbreaking fact is never easy. To do so, some would reccomend the saying, "the best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else". Personally, I hate that. My best advide, is as following.

Bother a friend somewhere, just to make yourself go outside and stop weeping. Them, grab some unhealthy food and head home, where you'll get an old friend to visit. Eat pizza or whatever, watch some TV or some other funny series, talk, catch up, think about something else. Now, if your friend is as sweet as mine, make him bake brownies, and then watch a couple of movies.

The most important thing, none of this is to get a shot at somebody else or move on right away, or be on the rebound for that matter. It's about honoring what didn't fall. Honoring the old friendship that still stands to this rough day.

Right now, we're crawled up in my couch, wathcing Howl's Moving Castle while stuffing our faces with brownies, and cuddeling with my adoring kitty Oliver. It's nice. It's not going to last. Eventually, my friend is going home, and my thoughts will be my only companion. But I can deal with that when I have to.
Anyways.

I live on. And I'm happy.
It just takes some time.