Dear Self: Let the Crazy Go

So in an attempt to save any sanity I have left I have decided to deactivate my facebook. It is temporary but so liberating. Also, it keeps me from typing in my ex's name in the search tab followed by seeing pictures that I took of him & the girls who push the "like" button way too often on these pictures. If you ask me it just looks desperate, then again I would be the girl stalking. So, facebook is deleted. Secondly, I will stop sleeping in my bosses bed. Side note: My boss is a woman and is like a mother to me so the issue of sleeping in her bed is exclusive to the fact that it isn't healthy for a twenty-something to be snuggling up to her boss or anyone that isn't a puppy at this point in my grieving process. I should really get a puppy. For the puppy's sake, I won't. Thirdly, when the girl at Starbucks or the gym asks me how I am and noting my red puffy eyes I am going to respond "I'm great!", instead of my recent "I'm fine (sad face)", which is returned with random girl's 'I'm sorry' look and then my sudden urge to want to hug this stranger.

OMG and finally....Dear Self: When you start to cry do not drink any more vodka tonics, I know you've just discovered the deliciousness but it makes you send texts too freely and your current state of mind likes to flirt with ex flings, boyfriends, etc. Flattery from the last douchebag you dated is not what you need and ultimately ends in you realizing you now have to figure out a way to get them to stop texting you about that bra, the one with the blue lace, ya you know the one, and so do they, and imagining them imagining it after you've sobered up is creepier than finding a cat under your bed when you don't own a cat.