I guess that was because I was comfortable with my routines, cocooned safely in my comfort zone.
I was crazy in love with my boyfriend, but did he love me back? When he decided to end our relationship, I was bewildered. I just couldn't imagine to stop seeing him, I even wondered if I would ever find someone new again. I cried myself to sleep and I barely ate.
I even gave up trying to move on for a while because I don't believe I could, but life goes on, right? I cried for a week solid -and then I survived without him. That was four years ago and looking back it was lame and pathetic. I might have stopped believinging in my life after that incident, but my friends didn't. What I'm trying to say is, there comes in life when you think or even feel that you're alone, but believe me: even when you don't see it, you are never alone. There are always people who care about you more than you sometimes care about yourself.