A letter from a sad girlie going through a breakup.

Dear FutureMe, Hi girlie. Sad news. Mohamed and I broke up today. After a year and a couple of months, it's over. Yeah... I didn't expect myself to cry. I really didn't. A couple of minutes after the fact, I was laughing with Chiara on the phone about how ridiculous the whole situation was. Me sending voice notes to explain myself instead of calling him (which he originally wanted to do.), him having the most nonchalant responses at first. I then went to work. You know how it is. I'm an overthinker. While pushing the carts, I grumbled and ruminated about my decision and its consequences. I felt like I was letting him down. I hated hurting him in this way, especially since I knew how hard his life was. Especially when he said that he loved and respected me... It hurts like a b*tch to hear that, especially when you know that your relationship was strained because of distance and lack of nurturing. Some hours later, I get taken out of my sad-love-song mood by a speeding car. Some dudes decided to snatch this woman's necklace of her neck. For a good hour, I was laughing like crazy. The tears were flowing up, while the giggles kept them down. The cops came. I went home, relatively stable. I was telling my grandmother about how the robbers were scratching the poor white lady's neck. She was traumatized. I was "okay". Headed to my bedroom, decided to hop on Discord to distract myself. Caught onto a call with some friends in the server. I was acting erratic. The mask was falling. In a fit of laughter, I started bawling my eyes out. It was scary. I've never felt that emotionally puzzled before. I was laughing and bawling and giggling and crying. All at once. I left the group call. A friend of mine noticed and asked me if I wanted to talk a bit with her, privately. I accepted. She gave me the sweetest advice. I cried like a baby. It's midnight in 3 minutes. I'm about to watch Mushishi (again!) to cheer me up. I hope it works. This **** is hard. Love from your heartbroken Past Self. P.S.: Stop dating people virtually, I beg you.