Heartbreak town. The worst feeling ever. I guess you could say that this exact feeling is the feeling I enjoy, as weird as that sounds. I have always been drawn to the bad boys and would constantly figure out more and more about what I liked and didn't like about each of them. It is not that I am always thinking, "no this one is too nice," or "this one is not nice enough," it was just the pure fact that bad boys are drawn to me for some strange reason.

Recently, I was broken up with on Thanksgiving, and it was one of the worst feelings I have ever felt. I couldn't eat my favorite sides, like my mama's sweet potato casserole or stuffing. I just curled up with my stuffed teddy bear from childhood and cried.

It is the feeling of not being good enough for someone. It sucks. it is the feeling of not being worth anything to the person, on top of being told, "I love you, but we aren't good for each other." I was hanging on a string. I sat on the couch and cried to my mama for a week, as pathetic as that sounds, but if you saw the breakup through my eyes you would understand. Think about when your stomach had that certain feeling when you got hurt really badly. Now, maybe you can understand how I felt, and why I was acting like a four-year-old.

That entire week my phone was blowing up with texts asking me why we broke up, which didn't help me forget about what just happened. Thankfully, I had great support from my best friends. They let me vent and cry it out. They helped me through sleepless nights and made me eat when I didn't feel like it.

Finally, at the end of the week, I decided to pull myself together and go out with friends during the Georgia vs. Georgia Tech game in Atlanta. They took my mind off of things for a while and gave me the support I needed. They got me my favorite wine -- Sweet Red Roo by Yellow Tail and took me to eat my favorite fish tacos. I got to cry a little bit, and they gave me bear hug after bear hug. I have some great friends.

Everyone kept telling me, "it takes time." They were right. I am not going to lie and say I just moved on because I did try to fight for him over and over again, but at the end of the day, he was gone. I sat there and thought about if he truly loved me, then he would sit me down, and we work things out. But, he didn't, and I had to accept that.

My friends, family, and new friends I started to meet, all rallied around me to get me on my feet again. It made me feel like my world wasn't completely upside down, and there are lots of people that truly care about me.

I believe that there is someone for everyone, and if it ended then, he wasn't the right one for me. He wasn't the love of my life, and I know the right one is out there. It honestly has to do with timing.

As I get stronger each day, I learn to love myself again and let things just come with time. You can't force something that isn't there. Now that I look back, I loved the idea of him and that was it...the idea of our future together.

I was on Pinterest the other day and I saw this quote about moving on:

"When people make you feel unwanted, don't leave to make them feel sad or guilty, they won't. Leave because you have no reason to stay. Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. What's meant to be will end up good, and what's not- won't. Love is worth fighting for, but sometimes you can't be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don't, you just have to move on and realize what you gave them was more than what they were willing to give you and more than they deserve."

I'm stronger than yesterday. If you have ever been heartbroken, I promise that it gets better, even when you don't think it can. Wake up and become stronger, don't mope around, go live your life because you never know who you will meet tomorrow.