Following this, I didn't swear off men. It would have been the best thing to do considering that I was an emotional wreck.
But I didn't. That doesn't mean I actively went out looking to meet someone. But I did. Meet someone. And it looks as though getting attached to people and wearing my heart on my sleeve is more of a hindrance and a problem than anything else.
October 28 2010 - November 02 2010: Frankfurt
Somewhere in the middle of November: Paris
November 25 2010 - November 28 2010: Athens
Beginning of December: Budapest
Shoulder to cry on?
Pledging to take down your worst enemy alongside you?
Ensuring you're not a walking fashion disaster every time you go out?
Holding your hair back whilst you throw up after a night out?
Telling you that he's not good enough for you?
No.
True friendship? Being able to discuss your toilet habits unabashedly.
I don't know if I have it in me to put myself out there. To allow my heart to get hurt. I believe that good things happen to good people. And good things come to those who wait. But sometimes I question that if good things were to happen to me, then I wouldn't be the way God made me. Or how long am I supposed to wait.
I know I'm not alone in heartbreak - the blogs I read tell me that. And it pains me. I know that we're better off in some instances. But how can I believe the advice that I try to tell them when I hardly believe it myself?
I hate myself for feeling sorry for myself. But I can't help myself.
