Went to see my favorite band last Friday and as I'm going out for a smoke between sets, who do I see tall and eyeing me down with the meanest of glares? My ex. My heart instantly sank in my stomach and slammed 2 beers before going back in (the opposite side this time). I didn't see him again after that encounter but it was the first time since seeing him after our breakup 6 months ago. I seriously can't believe it's already been that long.

It's already been half a year, and I'm still not over it. That brief encounter has stemmed dreams of him everyday since then. And I've become more morbidly depressed than I already was. I've been thinking of dying a lot and I just can't seem to get any thoughts out of my head of him, or the way things were or how I wish they could be...I feel really stuck. And I can't believe it's already been so much time and I'm still stuck. And I still cry about it? When is that supposed to stop? 