it has been one year plus and moving on is hard but i think i made it. until Last night, I dreamt about my ex. It was actually a disturbing one. But the point is my ex. In my dream, we kinda met and hangout. All things somewhat normal, romantic and stuff. I still remember in the dream, we lay down in that park, where we date for the first time. In the dream, we talk, talk about the past, why everything happen and then, i ask my ex. "You seem happy with me than the other. Why dont you come back and be together again." And even in my dream, my ex rejected me. Harshly. I somewhat got angry, i partially woke up and continue the story in rage, psychedelic mode. I remember that i got everyone high and mindfuck them with trypophobia. the one who lost their mind will be kept in a room waering a veil and a mask. But the thing is. Moving on is hard, eventhough you think you do, you may not healed completely. Especially when you got no one to talk to. And dont sleep in rage.