Another day, another bruise

So since my last post, a ton has changed— I went from not posting very often with nothing happening to posting maybe too often and shit changes all the time, lol.  Oh well, c’est la vie.

I’m on a marathon run of Being Human (THE UK VERSION, not the shit US one!) with my roomie as I’ve just introduced her to its amazingness :).  Sipping chamomile tea while icing my ankle:  bruise number 1:  fell down some stairs and twisted my ankle a bit, banged up my shin, and slammed into the rail.  FUCKKKK.

But hey, this kind of stuff happens to me all the time- doesn’t even faze me anymore.  Just ice it and move on.  

The other kinds of bruises, however, aren’t so common for me.

I broke up with someone I really care about— yet again— and this time I think it’s going to stick.  I’m both sad because I miss him, and yet relieved that the drama has finally ended.  It’s funny how you can miss something that makes you antsy and miserable half the time— but not talking to that person every day feels so foreign, not seeing them feels so wrong, it’s going to make you sad for a while.  No matter what issues went down in the relationship.

I’m trying not to think about it and just move forward, because I know that it’s for the best— we were always headed here— but it’s still going to take some time.

In the meantime, I’ve got plenty of reading for class to occupy my time (bleh), tons of ice cream in the fridge, and apparently numerous visits to the urgent care as my body has decided to shut down for no reason?….

I’ve just got to focus on the future:

“All we need in life to be happy is 3 things:  1) something to do 2) something to love 3) something to hope for”

Here’s hoping.