I suppose the empowered, happy feeling was not a result of the zoloft but from my own mind. See, because I'm feeling awful again. I don't know what it is...usually I can pull myself through these sorts of things, but not this time. I've NEVER had any trouble letting someone go before so I don't know what makes this time so different. Maybe it was how it ended? Perhaps I should focus on the drunkeness, the undependable--uh--ness, and the feeling of exclusion. Instead all I remember are the good times and how I felt several months ago when things are good. Is this normal? Why the hell can't I just move on?
At any rate, my ipod is broken again. Son of a bitch.