It was just a thought.

I give myself 3 days to get over a break up. No matter how long the relationship was, how intense, or how horrible the break up was. It would be impossible to give myself 3 days to get over the actual person, because that takes time and healing. But I let myself cry, be immature, be irrational and be miserable for the day of the break up and the following 2 days. On the 3rd day after the break up, I need to be done crying and I need to have made myself at peace with the whole thing. Today is the 3rd day after the break up. Day 3. And I wore mascara for the first time in 3 days today. And I even kept it on. I feel the tears welling up inside of me every so often at random points during the day. But I'm staying strong. I'm just trying to focus on me. Which isn't as easy as I hoped since he was more of me than I am. Wow. This is hard. But I think I'm getting a little bit better. Because after I wrote "Wow. This is hard," I thought "That's what she said" and I chuckled to myself. I guess this is just going to take time. I just wish there was a fast forward button on life. Or a scene selection. But to be honest, to prove how pathetic I really am, after everything he said and the way he's made me feel, if life had a remote, I wouldn't hit fast forward. I would hit rewind and then pause.