These melodramatic posts are actually making me feel a little optimistic. Because that's all they are. I'm done with them. They're only a record of what I needed to get out of my head. Once upon a time I would have stayed in those thoughts. In the time before that, I would have called SD, crying, to tell him those things. I would have sent bitter, passive-aggressive, messages.
I'm going to go to the gym. I'm going to get some work done. I'll probably be feeling a little down tonight, but not badly. I'll probably write it down. I'll get over it.