You could say I'm feeling blue. A bit out of sorts. Yet relieved. Then back to sad. It's like a flowchart, you see. I put on a happy face[ :0) ] or an I'm OK face [ :0J ], and hope to God the person won't ask to many questions because I just might bawl in their face. Tears just might drop by their own accord and I can't handle that right now. Don't ask. Ignore it if you can. Act like it doesn't exist atleast until I can piece my life back together again. Until I can think about him and not want to cry and self analyze myself and lament and think over and over and over again what went wrong. Let me breathe awhile and then I'll get back to you. Then we can chitter chatter about this and that, and I won't have to hold my breath hoping you won't touch that subject because by then I'll be OK. My tears will be dry, my wounds will be healed, and we'll talk straight into the night about this and that and about relationships and why they suddenly go kerplunk. Maybe I'll laugh, too. Then we'll know for sure that I am OK.

P.s. I am thankful I have not begun to listen to The Cure 24/7; yet anyways. I'll warn you when my hair gets whacky and I start wearing red, smeared lipstick.