It goes without saying that I was an emotional wreck. Still trying to get home after a day and a half of traveling, missing all of my friends and family, and then an awful conversation that ends in a breakup. I bawled on the train. Ridiculous. I tried to get it all out in the bathroom, but there was no end in sight so I had to sit my puffy faced self back down next to the woman who probably thought I was insane. It took ages to fall asleep but I had a 3 hour train ride. I woke up as we were arriving at my stop and I actually did feel a bit better. I was surprised to find a bit of sleep helped.
When I got back I made up a spot on the couch. I think if I would have gone to my bedroom, I wouldn't have come out for a month (except for work). I don't want to go into a shell and not be able to climb back out. I'm going to be upset, that's a given, but I know better than to let myself quit life. So, I chose the couch over my bed and caught up on my shows. That evening I briefly told roommate and friend (who brought over dinner for me) what happened and then I completely passed out at 8:00 (while friend was still there :/ oops).
AND THAT WAS DAY 1- infinite tears and constant nausea
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