Move on

So, once I was in love with my same sex. I wanted to know what it feels like to be loved by someone my age, my same sex. But it wasn’t platonic, I think. I’ve learned so much from her. My routines have changed, until she said that we should be in a relationship. I understand that because all our friends, have relationship with their same sexes. So I agreed. I said to myself, for experience only. That was January 1 at that HAHHAHAH, couldn’t believe it. What a Happy New Year. But I was an overthinker, maybe she couldn’t handle me anymore. So she broke me up. I was fine at the first week of our breakup but after, I invited my friends to drink every saturday of the week. I don’t know if it was because we drank at January 1 and through the whole year, maybe I drank 100 bottles. I never felt better. But again, recently, I have been dreaming about her, she’s my anxiety. Also, only I can help myself. If I can have amnesia, a selective amnesia at that, I would gladly forget about what happened. HAHAAHA.