Not Bad... Just Weird.

Yes people, after just one night, the dreams are back. Not bad dreams I add, but disturbing ones. Considering that last night I only got around five hours sleep, the fact that my mind still somehow found time to dream, makes me wonder what the hell it's priorities are. I don't feel rested. I personally think that now my body must adjust, as well as my mind. I don't remember there being dreams the last time I went through a painful break up. It may have something to do with that tiny phone call every night.

I hardly ate yesterday, I didn't feel hungry, I just didn't. I ate an evening meal of salad, and that was a small one. If I'm not careful I'll start waisting away, I'll become as thin as I was, but I'm happier as I am now, and the thought of losing that weight, though it may be exactly what a lot of women desire, doesn't appeal to me.

This may seem like a break up moan, but there's a lesson to be learnt here. It's unavoidable not to have your heart broken at some point in life. I guess it's what we do with the emotions when it happens that counts. At the moment I'm grieving, of course I am, but I don't plan to mope or turn into a melting ice cream dispenser. I plan to do something with it. Write a novel, or my entire FYP first draft, or perhaps just push it into getting something expensive on Guild Wars.

I've also decided to get my nose pierced, I've wanted one for a long time, probably at least three years. The disapproval of Alex always stopped me, but with my friends on all sides telling me they want to see what it looks like, my idea of getting one seems to be bolstered somewhat. When the rift formed with my first big relationship I did what he'd told me I couldn't. I cut my hair short and got my ears pierced, now I'll do something that Alex told me I shouldn't, something I want to do. And my reason? Because I can.