The day's bad: woke up depressed, didn't help that bf burned the croissants and I'd really wanted some. Spent an hour in the couch, moping.
The day's good: after the moping came the thinking about the writing and the moving on. Can't really explain how that worked out: it just did.
Note to Future Self: it's cyclical; there's no point fighting it. Not fighting makes it go away on its own.
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