Survival Kit

Right, I am trying, very hard might I add, to find a solution to this heartbreak. The shopping was a temporary fix but it was more like prit stick to the wound, not super glue.
I am running again, which is certainly a more long term solution as i have discovered running is an amazing adrenalin rush and endorphin releaser. Hmmm, I seem to remember running before to get some headspace. It definately clears the cob webs Having my music guru Yogi (appropriately named) provide me with a medley of good music has also aided the healing process considerably.
Oh and also my re-discovery of the GhD. I may be siongle again but at least I have fabulous hair.

Another bullet was taken yesterday, although on reflection I don't know if I was shotting the bullet or he was. The forbidden one called me after 2 years! The reason he hung up last year when I telephoned him was his new girlfriend saw I was calling and he got scared and didn't know what to do. 32 years old and getting scared over a jealous girlfriend. He regrets leaving me now I am sure.
Love is for losers!
Once again the theory I have come to believe more and more about men is true. All my ex's still want to be with me but have real girlfriends too. All I can say to that is, well I think you can all imagine the words and hand gestures going through my head right now.

Ishika, the girl every guy wants to date but doesn't want to marry.

Billy could have had it all.

I have just realised, i digress TOTALLY.
So anyway. I have my super glue, my healing aids, my survival pack. It consists of a pair of trainers and an iPod filled with fabulous music.

I will finish this blog at some point. Let me see how long I can go with the kit I have created.
Oh another thing. Should I stay with Blly tomorrow? My head obviously says no but the heart is ruling here and I want to. Is this the reason I feel I am on the road to recovery or am I really on that road and just about to take a U-Turn?

Ah the music doesn't help the confusion it just blocks out the the thoughts. If the music didn't play, I could hear my own thoughts and that is a recipe for disaster!