Was that really three whole months ago?

After much drinking, obsessing over cute boys, having obligatory rebound sex and finally, deliberation, it occured to me that I've avoided dealing with the breakup completely.

Now that the rage has worn off, I'm in a very weird place. I'm still remembering the bad times, of course, and there were many, but I've been reminded that there were good times, too. It's so much easier to be angry and blaming.

So, in the interest of my sanity and future healthy relationships, the Nerve profile is going on hiatus, sleeping in my bed will be a strictly solo affair and any cute boys I get serious crushes on will have to be destroyed. Until I 1) get my head back on straight or 2) change my mind. The latter is much more likely, I'm afraid.