Two weeks, another update'ish sort of post.

Its been 14 very long days.
I'm still having problems eating and sleeping.
Have lost 3 kg, not that its such a bad thing really.
Still obsessing over the whole karma foolishness, and over the continued lack of any sort of proper reason as to why my life has gone to hell.
It hurts to see how easily he has moved on, like our three years together was nothing at all.
The only other time I've hurt this bad was when Hubby and I had our foolish semi-pause breakup 8 years ago.
But then I always knew in my heart we'd get back together.
Now, I have nothing.
I just want a goddamned fucking reason!
At this point, I'd be happy for a badly made up lie, just so that I could have *something*.
Everything has a reason.
Anyone that says anything else are completely deluded.
Also, I think I'm moving out of my sad state, and in to angry bitch instead.
Anger is healthy, right?