Dear Younger Self Who Is Blogging Her Way Through A Breakup And/Or Generally Throwing A Giant Pity Party For One,
Oh my god, stop it. Stop it right now. Stop with the vague posts and the angsty photos and the angst, generally. I know you have a lot of FEELINGS right now and that you are trying to write your way out of them and maybe this little blog of yours (LiveJournal, WordPress, Tumblr, pick your poison) is your creative outlet for it all.
But believe me, one day you will look back on all your angst writings and photos and self pity and “oh my god everything is awful and I am LONELY and WHY doesn’t everyone LOVE me?” musings and you will wish that you had pulled your head out of your ass. Furthermore, you will wish that you hadn’t documented the whole thing in such exquisite fucking detail in PUBLIC because that shit is embarrassing.
It is on par with barfing into your hands on public transit. (Which I have done.) Only instead you’re barfing your FEELINGS and SADS all over the internet. Barf can be cleaned up, but internet is forever.
And you really know that the whole reason you’re doing this is because you want your ex to see it and go “OH NOES I FEEL AWFUL ABOUT THIS AND NOW MY FEELINGS HAVE CHANGED.” Because the likelihood that that is going to happen is zero. No amount of angsty internet bullshit has ever caused someone to have a change of heart, if anything, it drives that person further away because they have now decided that you are crazy.
Stop posting the angst. Stop wallowing on the internet. Get out of your house. Go read a book or something. Go on a long bike ride (and buy a helmet because you’ll eventually get hit by a car and it suuuucks). Take your dog for a long walk and don’t bring your phone with because you know all you’ll do is check it to see if HE is texting you and he isn’t. And if he magically is, he can wait a half hour or whatever until you get home.
You’re great. You’ll be fine. And quit barfing your angsty pity party all over the internet. Shit is downright embarrassing.
Your Older Self
(PS: Stop dating dudes who are emotional infants/throw tantrums/don’t ever say anything nice to you. You’re welcome.)