tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84849096139025838442024-03-13T03:00:19.827-07:00How Can You Mend a Broken HeartLKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01121848854373292632noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484909613902583844.post-46131008104012873232008-02-13T15:02:00.000-08:002008-02-13T15:16:27.869-08:00x + yI am a failure. <div>In most endeavors, time + effort = success. I've always worked hard & spent time at a task, and gotten good grades, or gotten promoted, or strengthened my muscles or endurance at the gym. </div><div>This is not true for relationships. I could not have been a better girlfriend. I spent the last 4 months trying to get things back, and no matter what I did, it wasn't enough. </div><div>I failed. I feel like my life has had a hole blown out of it. I'm empty and destroyed. </div><div>If I can't even get this right, what do I have left? Everything is fraught with things we have done together during the last 4 years together. The relatively innocuous 11 PM Seinfeld is almost too much for me to bear. I can't comprehend the vastness of how my existence is going to change. </div><div>My first weekend here, alone, reading the Sunday Times, throwing away the Automobiles section, might push me over the edge. </div>LKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01121848854373292632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484909613902583844.post-10859018404781532662008-02-13T10:14:00.000-08:002008-02-13T10:19:04.905-08:00Day 2my heart is broken. <div>i felt it break on Monday night, and it is sore in my chest. the overwhelming sorrow - the crushing pain - is almost intolerable. </div><div>i figured i may as well keep a record of this experience. </div><div> </div>LKGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01121848854373292632noreply@blogger.com0