What did you all do on the first day of your lovelorn?

Everyone should have had a broken love, and everyone should do things differently, after all, everyone's way of doing things is different. If I had to talk about what I did on my first day of falling out of love, I had to hand the microphone to me in high school.

I always felt like I wasWhen I eat, I feel a sense of well-being, I don't think about that kind of unhappy thing, not to mention that when I am out of love, I want to eat more, and I was eating on the first day of love. I think many people may not be able to understand this feeling, but there are also people like me who can find that satisfaction in the feeling of eating. But after all, it was a love affair in high school, and it wasn't so sad, so I didn't take it so seriously, and I didn't think I had lost anything, but I felt that the other party had lost.

Although the relationship in high school may not have had such a big impact on me, I still chose to record it in the form of a diary, which I think will be very meaningful in my future retrospect. In this diary, I wrote about the time we spent together, the time we broke up. and some monumental dates.

And I wrote down all the interesting things we did together. I think it's also a kind of diary to seal a relationship that has passed. I can finally let go and devote myself to learning.

All in allI think everyone does things differentlyI did these things on the first day of my lovelorn, and I still have a more vivid purpose. I've fallen out of love less often, so I still remember what I did more clearly.

This lovelorn thing has been going on for several years since me, and it's a strange thing to break up, because I remember that it was very strange to break up at that time, and it was strange and made me angry, the important thing is that I was the one who was broken up, or the one who was broken up for no reason, in the words of the emoji pack, it is "poor, weak and helpless". Here's what I shared on the day we broke up.

I remember that the day of the breakup seemed to be a week, and it was just about two days in the morning when I could go back to the dormitory to pack up and go home. I would pack my things in my dorm room and take a taxi home. After going home, I started to think about what I did wrong, so he suddenly proposed to break up, anyway, I was not convinced.

After the breakup, I was deleted from the buckle, and I really felt forced to put it n times, and I didn't understand what the situation was, and then I tried to find a way to add the buckle again, and asked him why, and he was convinced of himself at the time, so he insisted on adding, and kept adding, or couldn't add it, people, sometimes it's really ruthless, and he suddenly broke off contact without explaining anything.

I was thinking about going out for a walk, and then suddenly I saw him riding past the intersection in front of my house, and I wanted to run over it, but it was too late to catch up, and I was a little fool at the time, and I wanted to ask clearly. I just thought about giving it a try, but the result was the same as expected, and no one answered. Then I went home and didn't sleep all night, crying and wondering why it was like this.

That's what I remember about this day, and I hope it's a good idea. I think when I fell out of love, I couldn't figure it out at the time, but now I feel very clear when I look at it, there is only one reason why love is an unpredictable thing that can make you abandoned, that is, the other party doesn't love you enough.

The first night was not difficult, it was the following days that were difficult. Insomnia, losing meat, and falling out of love are the easiest to lose weight. I have no appetite, I don't know what I'm doing, I deliberately look for comedy to watch, go shopping, go out to restaurants, go to the gym and abuse myself to the point that my palms are calloused...When you see a place where two familiar people have been, you will want to laugh and laugh until you are sad, and the memories are like annoying mosquitoes, buzzing and repeating in your ears around you.

When I came home at night, I cried until my eyes were swollen, and I cried until I woke up the next day with ice cubes. poured himself wine, got so drunk that he scolded him, and then woke up the next day and regretted why he was so impulsive. Cycle.

Doubt the meaning of existence. Can't believe anyone. That night, I tried to tell myself that there was room for redemption.

I want to return to China immediately, no matter how expensive the ticket is during the epidemic, I have to buy it, my rough self-esteem, my pride is gone. Please, wait for me. I tossed and turned, and my chest was like a lot of cotton stuffed into it.

Stuffiness. I forgot how I fell asleep. When I woke up, I told myself, for your sake, I'm going to be fine.

And the only software left between him and me, Xiaohongshu, left the same good morning as usual.

In this way, I relied on this strength for 14 days, and on May 1, I had a happy holiday. But it became the most painful day for me in 2020. I dreamed that he changed his couple avatar and woke up to find out that it was real.

If being broken up is a stone, then being seamlessly with the newcomer is the last straw that crushes the camel. Hit the past ** to know the more painful answer. He was already with another girl on the 5th day of my breakup.

Not even 5 days. At that moment, I was really crushed. Tears, sadness, pain, anger.

Together, they all came to mind. For the first time, I felt like I didn't even have a heart.

this night. I couldn't sleep at all, and when I closed my eyes, it was full of images of him and his new girlfriend. I questioned, did we really exist in the past 2 years?

Have we really ever loved each other? In the end, I cried and fell asleep, but my pillow towel had become a snot towel. How much he hated me, he didn't even give respect for this love after he repented, and directly replaced the next one.

I still remember what he said: I've let go, if I still take care of you, I won't pick up your **. 5 days, he laid down ours for 2 years.

In a foreign country, he is my only support. No more writing down our sweet memories. Because how much sugar there was back then, how much glass slag there is in your mouth today.

Thinking about the countless days and nights that will take time in the future, and need to be distracted to forget him. I really feel very hard, hard. But I'm already starting to get to the first step.