It's breakup season

I think with Melbourne relationships, every year there comes a particular "season", for lack of a better term, when most couples decide to end their time together. Funnily enough, this seems to be the time. How awful. Everybody's in tears. Well, tough luck. Join the crowd. Welcome back, cold-heartedness.. *sigh*

I wish the world would be more alert, more observant, less.. stupid. Stop asking questions. I don't have the answers. Rather, I don't know how to phrase the answers. Stop asking. Just stop. Stop reminding me. I'm still alive; that's all that counts. I'm still here talking to you. That must count for something.

With the rest of the universe crashing down around me, I'm picking myself up and dusting myself off. Slowly but surely. I'm now back to eating two meals a day. Which is a major bonus, even if I only sleep in 30-minute bursts. At least I sleep. I haven't weighed myself since the start because I'm terrified of what it'll say. All I know is that my clothes are no longer fitting, and I've fallen sick again.

Rubbish.. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to think about anything. Just zombify around the house, around the people. Try to keep myself calm and push the anxiety lurking beneath away. As long as I smile, everything is okay. That's all that matters. You couples, go choose another time to breakup. This is my moment. Idiots. Not sharing with you =P