Well, this past July I broke up with a woman I'd been seeing for about four years. We'd allready had a couple of break ups, and spent six months apart while she was in China. We were both eachother's first for just about anything and everything, and to be honest, I couldn't put a finger on why exactly I broke up with her, I just knew I had to. In the months since I've learned that deep down, she never really understood me and that she needed me more than was really healthy. Our relationship crushed under the weight of my doubts and from her using me as a crutch.

Since then I've had some rough nights, spent a lot of time alone, but recently have found new hope. Now I'm about to make a disclosure that would make me feel like a total idiot if it weren't for the fact that I didn't care:
::clears throat::
I feel in love with someone I met online (remember my trip to DC a couple of months ago?).
Yes, you can kick my ass if you happen to run across me.

Anyway, this leads to all kinds of new frustrations; I'm not lonely, but damn it, I miss her and she lives about 800 miles away from me, so I can't just go see her. But we're lucky that our relationship had always been about talking and total honesty, so missing the act of holding her isn't as big a deal as it could be.
But damn, I miss seeing her smile... and the way she can make her mouth go diagonal when she's talking to someone on the phone and doesn't like the discussion, or when her computer is doing something bogus... And a million other things.
I think you all know the drill.

So here are my various methods of coping with assorted emotional trauma:

• Bass (big suprise, huh?)
  


• Writing music
  


• I've been writing a lot of poetry/lyrics lately.
  


• about once every month or so, I like to drink myself into a stupor and listen to every Morphine album end to end atleast once. This is the "Don't Try it at Home" part. Though any good Morphine album makes for great therapy.
  


• I also listen to a lot of Tom Waits and Gin Blossoms when I'm really missing Tiana. ex: "Once this girl, she was mine/ For such a sort time/ We used to spend every night/ Now all I do is cry"
  

I reccomend all of the above but the alcohol. And to be honest, my drinking has slown down a lot since I got back from DC. I'd rather miss somebody than feel lonely I guess.