After watching Hope Floats I realized something.

"I saw that! That smile means there's hope for you."
"Crying over it isn't going to make it clean. Life goes on and you have to move along with it."

I can't just hide out feeling sorry for myself. I can't expect things to wash away with tears...only sweat can do that.

I'm not saying I'm over him. I'm definately not...but I realized that "being a mope" won't solve anything. If I'm drowning, I should hold on to hope...after all, it floats, right?

In other news I'm leaving with my bro to go out and gamble my woes away. I know I've been a sack of bad habits since my BF and I broke up. What you expect? I'm empty inside. I've tried to fill the void with shopping, booze & food. Now let's try some compulsive gambling.

Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but its what's in the middle that counts. Just give hope a chance to float up. It will too.