I went and spent time looking and crying to remind myself that no matter what jealousy I suffer (for example at B-Movie) there's always worse jealousy I could be going through. (The other option for doing this isn't viable, since being in the same *city* is wrenching and dreadful, let alone the same building or room.)
I stayed beyond the point where it became unbearable to remind myself that there are worse things than being on my own. Sometimes I forget that, and I think "I'd do anything for company". But there are worse things than being on my own.
Then I left because I wanted to prove to myself that I could.
Then I walked (most of the way) home because the desperate cold numbed the pain to the point where I could hardly feel it.
Then I caught the bus with a bunch of lunatics to remind myself that actually, I wouldn't *really* take anyone who came along.
As you can probably tell, that doesn't really qualify for the title of Best Evening Ever. Though much thanks to
I feel fairly sure that's the last time I'll be going to Slimelight.
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I never realised you cared little enough to twist the knife like that.