So the stupidest thing ever is that I just cut my fingernails.
And you know why that's stupid?
Because I know this is the third time I've cut my nails since we broke up.
Seriously? Am I going to think about things like that forever? Will I always count the clippings in reference to that day? I remember cutting them off and going "Oh, here we go, just another piece of me being taken away...."
On another note, Julie hates me now for some reason I can't comprehend. Was it because I tried to take her home that night? Or because I apologized for it?
I've lost almost 25 lbs. I guess being heartsick is good for something. /shrug
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