Eight Days A Week

So it's been eight days since the end.
I'm still here. I stopped crying so much. I'm sleeping again. I feel reborn. I am getting back motivation. I've crawled out of bed.
Keeping busy is crucial, cause as soon as I stop, I feel it, building up, waiting to explode. panic. pain.
I've got to be confident, strong.
I dreamed about him last night and I woke up happy.
I can't help it.
But Im bragging, I'm always in love, though I sure picked a bad time for being in love. (Wilco/ Jayhawks reference)
Just smiling all the time.