DAY 22: I am Superman

for the first time in three weeks, i got out of bed without asking God why i still woke up today.

that's a good thing, right?

twenty-two days of wanting to die in my sleep...twenty-two days of embracing my wretchedness as if it's the most important thing in the world...twenty-two days of convincing myself albeit tears and loneliness and assaulting memories of our "good" times together that ending it was all for the best.

twenty-two days of surviving without him.

TWENTY-TWO WHOLE FREAKIN' DAYS!!!

no calls, no emails, no chat, no text.

with no anesthesia to dull the pain.

i have taken no alcohol, no sedative, no mind-altering substance, no fuck buddy. i haven't even smoked a single cigarette.

why heap pain on top of pain when you know it's just momentary, right?

sigh...

i feel like Superman right now for what it's worth.

in time, i will conquer this kryptonite.