I hear this a lot: "I can't live without my ex". Read the caption ♥️ I hear this a lot: "I can't live without my ex". And I feel such a rage in my veins that I want to grab that person by the neck and slap that sad face. You were living before that person came into your life. You were bloody alive. You had your family, friends, career, and dreams. And you bloody have them all, even now, even now. Just one person goes away, and you are like "'shit why am I living?. Listen, you love-torn puppy, you are a disgrace on your mother's womb that made you a human being in nine bloody months. Does that mean nothing to you? If there is anybody, any damn body, to whom your life belongs, then that's your mother. Live for her, if you find nothing else worthwhile. Breakups happen, people leave, we feel hurt, we cry, and we scream, but we all bloody live on. We all are fighting. People have lost their newborn baby in their arms, and they still had another baby. They still lived on. Your pain might be the darkest thing for you on earth. But people live through the worse pain. Stop this sadistic silly excuse of heartbreak for giving up on life. Fight it.
