So yesterday I mentioned about how being super busy was not leaving me any time to obsessively think about my failed relationship with the love of my life. It would seem, however, that this energy had to go somewhere and so I woke up at 4 am with a stomach ache that quickly turned into a full blown panic attack (not just an anxiety one) which finally culminated in me passing out on the bathroom floor. Good times!
Can unfortunately relate. The only thing I can say (after FINALLY starting to heal) is that a new great love will come next time, and it WILL be the real one (and it`s easier to find her)
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