"get rid of her. i mean it. you will absently check your phone without meaning it, so leave it behind and go sit outside. stack rocks on each other and pretend you’re burying your love alive. leave it there. be sad, but don’t listen to adele or you’ll take her back. blast breakup music. burn your hair with bleach, cut it, whatever. revel in the fact nobody asks you “but will she like it?” who gives a shit. know when you’re overdoing it. know that it’s not a race and some people don’t heal as fast as others, maybe you’re a turtle kind of person, keep your insides soft and when something gets in that shell it fucking hurts. get rid of her. sew up the missing parts with better things. they’ll feel empty at first. that’s okay. that’s okay. empty doesn’t mean endless. it means more room for new things. you’re okay if you’re still upset a year later about things. you’re okay if when you think of her you’re on the verge of crying. just don’t think about her. delete her from your phone if not only to be able to say “sorry who dis” if she ever texts. it’s not about winning the breakup, fuck that, just come home when you can. if she burned everything of course she’s going to win, she fucked you over to begin with; so don’t worry she’s got a new boyfriend and a new job. you had to start from scratch. had to plant trees in ashes. if you’re alive that’s a good thing. she tried to kill the loving parts of you and you’re still growing. get rid of her, don’t worry that when you saw her you were in sweats and a dirty shirt. you’re a person who has been entirely hurt. you don’t have to prove you are doing better. you just have to exist without her. my mother always said being happy is the best revenge. so get rid of her. be happy. know that you had literally nothing and you still made it out in the end."
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