Dairy of her Full-ish Life: Floated

I remember the way I felt after the break up drama- rejected, dejected and like a failure... I desperately wanted it to work. I wanted to prove to myself that I can make it work, but for where? I spoilt it. Oh! Wait a minute; did I say I spoilt it? Hell to the no! dude was blind. This is a recent development thou, my realising he is blind.  It’s a pretty recent development. I had blamed, tortured and hated myself for the all the while. I didn’t know where to draw the line, between taking responsibility for one’s action and outright self-blame.

 It was crazy, I was crazy. I floated by, taking note of nothing, letting go  of myself.