I Get a New Tattoo

Whenever my heart hurts, I figure having some REAL external pain may take away from the internal pain I’m feeling. When I get a tattoo it’s also saying, “I am recording this moment down, the moment where I’ve decided to MOVE ON, start fresh!!!! This tattoo symbolizes my victory and my strength!!”

I Throw Things.....

Especially breakable things. Anything that will make a nice loud CRASHING noise, even better if the things I throw has a picture of his face on it. I get that this is part of the irrational behavior I was talking about where I start acting like a child. AND I DON’T CARE. So there.

I go out with my friends

There is not much better than brunch or dinner and drinks with your friends when the crying time is over. They tell you how amazing you are and what a jerk he is. They never even liked him in the first place.

Read about someone else's troubles

Love this book. Makes me laugh out loud! Laughter is the best medicine! I can relate to Bridget and I realize I am not the only one who feels this way.

I Blog About It!

Sure, maybe it’s personal and no one really gives a rats to read my whining over someone completely unworthy and they don’t even know. I’m sure bringing it up over and over gets to be a boring topic for the readers, BUT, it’s a release for me. Writing down my emotions, confusion, ANGER, and all of those emotions that come along with heartbreak helps me move on.

I Bake Cakes

...then I eat them. Cake is sweet and delicious and would never, ever break your heart. Sure it’s the not healthiest option and whoever broke your heart surely doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of making you fat. But hey, one or two pieces isn’t going to kill you.

Girls Night Out!