4 months since our breakup and although my life is coming together physically, emotionally I'm still broken. By physically I mean I've gotten myself off the streets and I got a new dog. I had a job for a short period of time but couldn't pull it all together enough to hold on to it. At lreast now I am strong enough to hold the mask up. I wasn't strong enough at first. The mask helps me smile and say "I'm doing good. Thanks for asking." And "Great. How was your weekend?". I hate to make this yet another whoa is me story but I can see where this is headed. Sometime I go back and read these things and I walk straight up to a mirror and want to slap my reflection. SNAP OUT OF IT YOU BIG BABY, THOUGHEN UP AND QUIT YOUR CRYING..