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So my gf broke up with me about a month ago b/c she said "it was too much pressure" and she didn't think she felt as much as i did. I was absolutely miserable the first few days. Crying, depressed, all that. It got alot better at school when she tried to stay a friend, but whenever i would go home or be alone on the weekends, I will get lonely and all i can think about is her. This has kept going on for a month now, i'm still having a hard time with it.
What can I do to be happy?? I've picked up playing the guitar, I try to spend time with friends, I run track, I try to be happy, but nothing is working. I'm just sick and tired of all this. I can't move on either... you can't just stop loving someone!
Does anyone have any advice about how to recover and become happier? I really need this before it gets out of hand:(( I'm afraid i'm gonna hurt myself...
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Dude - keep busy and start looking at other flowers. Life and happiness are not dead - just taking a nap. Keep busy and talk to other girls/women who you might seem interested in - and watch for the signs of them being interested in you too. Life's a blast if you keep walking at a brisk pace. I almost died in high school when my girlfriend of 2 years told me it was over. Oh my God. Guess what? 4 weeks later I was totally in love again. I swear. Now get off
your ass and turn on the chick gps man. Come on - live man. LIVE DUDE!!!
Dude - keep busy and start looking at other flowers. Life and happiness are not dead - just taking a nap. Keep busy and talk to other girls/women who you might seem interested in - and watch for the signs of them being interested in you too. Life's a blast if you keep walking at a brisk pace. I almost died in high school when my girlfriend of 2 years told me it was over. Oh my God. Guess what? 4 weeks later I was totally in love again. I swear. Now get off
your ass and turn on the chick gps man. Come on - live man. LIVE DUDE!!!
yes I trying to decied on a good gps watch or which one would be good for me....?
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...I would like people opinions.
Me and some other people are training to join the Marine crop and since we can't always run in the same area or route i need to beable to keep track of the pace we need to run to past our test. I would like any and everyone opinion on this.
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When I was a small child in the middle forties (about five years old), my mother used to take me to afternoon movies. There were three downtown movies within an easy walk of the house. I wasn't too happy about these outings because I knew they would be a bunch of giant black and white faces talking, talking, talking --with an occasional kissing, kissing, followed by crying, crying and then back to the intermenible talking.
After a while, my mother would have her handkerchief out, dabbing at her eyes. There was no action, no shooting, no explosions, no fist fights, nothing to hold my interest. So I would stand up in my seat and turn around so that I was looking over the back of the chair (just my head showed) and I would watch everyone behind me... they were pretty much all women and they pretty much all were sobbing with handkerchiefs dabbing their eyes.
After a few moments, the ones on the row behind me got quiet annoyed with the beady little eyes watching them but they were the most interesting thing in the theatre to me. A little bit more and they started making turn-around motions with their fingers and glaring at me. And, of course, after another minute or so, one would lean forward and whisper to my mother -- who would then grab me by my arm and jerk me around to face the screen. This repeated itself several times during the movie. Often, I had to content myself with kicking the back of the seat in front of me. My poor mother.
When I was a small child in the middle forties (about five years old), my mother used to take me to afternoon movies. There were three downtown movies within an easy walk of the house. I wasn't too happy about these outings because I knew they would be a bunch of giant black and white faces talking, talking, talking --with an occasional kissing, kissing, followed by crying, crying and then back to the intermenible talking.
After a while, my mother would have her handkerchief out, dabbing at her eyes. There was no action, no shooting, no explosions, no fist fights, nothing to hold my interest. So I would stand up in my seat and turn around so that I was looking over the back of the chair (just my head showed) and I would watch everyone behind me... they were pretty much all women and they pretty much all were sobbing with handkerchiefs dabbing their eyes.
After a few moments, the ones on the row behind me got quiet annoyed with the beady little eyes watching them but they were the most interesting thing in the theatre to me. A little bit more and they started making turn-around motions with their fingers and glaring at me. And, of course, after another minute or so, one would lean forward and whisper to my mother -- who would then grab me by my arm and jerk me around to face the screen. This repeated itself several times during the movie. Often, I had to content myself with kicking the back of the seat in front of me. My poor mother.
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