I'll admit it. I am stuck. I know I am stuck... And I don't care. This is referred to as wallowing. I am wallowing, alot. And I'm good at it. My head knows that it is time to move on and begin to process things from a new perspective and through different emotions, but my heart feels justified. I feel I deserve this nice long wallow.
So, I'm taking it. In response, just ignore me over the next few days. I am throwing an epic pity party, and do not wish to be disturbed. If you are looking to talk sense, please go else where. I don't want any. I just want to wallow.
You see, I'm stuck.