Current mood:	crappy
Current music:	replaying old conversations in my head

I will survive...
C.l. and I broke up. Well, at least that's what I'm calling it.

I haven't talked to him since Tuesday and I haven't seen him in almost four weeks. Why do all of my relationships end like this?

I'm not mad at the fact that we aren't 'together' anymore, it just pisses me off that he didn't even have the decency to call me and tell me that he didn't want to be with me anymore. I thought I was finished with these games once I left high school.

I do, however, now realize just how much I cared about him. It's funny how that happens... well it's not really funny, it's actually kinda sad. The lump in my throat is so big that I can hardly swallow. I really just feel like crying, but I'm not up for answering all the questions that I know will be thrown at me once the first teardrop falls.

This isn't the first time I've had my heart broken, it's not the first time I've cried, and I'm pretty sure that it won't be the last. Just five days short of seven months together gone... with not so much as a phone call.

Am I okay? Right now, no. But I will be. I guess this just opens up more time for other things: friends at school, homework, and Jessica time. My mom keeps telling me that once the right guy comes along I'll know... well, I've been fooled not twice, but three times. So, dream guy, if you're out there, could you please just wear a sign? I never was good at those guessing games as a kid...