all the way over Взлом 1.0

sometimes the worst thing about being heartbroken is when you aren’t anymore. it's better to cry-drink a bottle of wine and overshare about the breakup sex to a bartender than to admit it's over, right? it definitely feels safer. but then time passes and you start dating a barista/model/aspiring screenwriter/uber driver and you start to forget about what came before. well SHIT. I'm moving on. does that mean you’re moving on too? does that mean we are actually, finally, ALL THE WAY over?