| you switch the radio off once it starts playing songs that reminds you of her.
you avoid places which have traces of painful memories of the both of you.
you stop eating food that both of you indulges on, with only her.
you throw pictures of her away, every single one of them (or learn from my precious, she cropped out claud, so she can still keep those pretty pics!)
you burn all the clothes and lingerie she scattily left at your place, after the sleep overs.
you go online, delete her off your friendster, myspace, multiply, fridae. then clear all her messages, testimonials. spare not even the entries on your blog about her.
you start punching furiously at your phone, deleting all her text messages, pics and vids of her. and of course, the key ritual, delete her off your phone book.
that's not the way to get over a person.
you should instead, listen to those songs, find new meanings.(not with another ger of course)
go to those places, look at it with a different mindset. (alone and brooding duh)
enjoy food as a whole, savour it for it's flavour.(it's unhealthy to be choosy when it comes to food)
look at your pictorial recollection and be grateful cos only what's beautiful is captured.
wash and keep those stuff.( abercrombie and french connections are expensive you know?)donate it to those poor african kids.
spare your mouse and keyboard from the furious hammering, find new friends to scroll her out.
dont torture your phone. earn all the money in the world to get a new one (: the same logic applies when you're still attached to a person. when you're waiting for her, and you want to keep her alive, you dont go about doing what you did with her with another person, finding a substitute or replica's just not the way. and addressing her as your ex with that substitute is more like trying to get over her than being faithful and loyal. if you're really so in love with her. you will never have the heart to repeat the painful process of reliving any single moment with somebody else. you said you were delirious. it only brings me more questions. how can you actually have so much energy and concentration to dress up, plan the event, organize the date and have fun? you live in a 5 room flat, with a household income that's impossible to buy stuff from fleshimp, levis, zara and what nots. but you have them all
i live in a condo (ok, now a city loft), with a household income that's ample for french connection, abercrombie, levis, miss sixty, but i need to smuggle to have them
life's so screwed. quit finding meaning. oh yeah, i thought about all those in the showers, if only i get to do my exams in my shower huh? |
