Breakdown
I just had a breakdown and called my mom, sobbing for an hour. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. It's been months since I started grieving my relationship with M, but tonight I let the intrusive thoughts win. I looked at one too many Instagram pictures and completely lost it. I'm exhausted. Physically (I never get enough sleep, nothing new there), emotionally, mentally. Dating is exhausting. It's been a few months since my last boyfriend, and although that's a normal amount of time for the average single person, I would've found myself in a new relationship by now this far into things. I've been in New York for about three months and have already lost track of how many dates I've been on. None of them have worked out, clearly. I'm trying hard, I really am. I try harder than anyone I know. But once in awhile you're allowed to get frustrated that things aren't working out. I enjoy the other aspects of my life. Work ebbs and flows. I have...