  We broke up. Wow... Over 1 year 3 months.... all over. Perhaps I'll explain more later? For now here's the condensed version: After seeing him last night; him being stoned and pissy, I really was at the end of my rope. I told him we just needed to talk because I was done chasing after him, etc. Don't know how much he remembered, but tonight he called me as he promised he would. We both said that we werent happy, he said he isn't still in love with me, i thought we should maybe take a break but first see eachother to decide, he didnt want to see me- he said he didnt want to make it work out, so it was decided we would be single as of tonight. I called Nicole and cried. We're supposed to see eachother soon to just see how things are. He's under the impression that we're gonna still hookup and things will be the same pretty much. How very wrong. I'll try just being friends, but he claimed that he's unhappy when with me, so how could hanging out work anyways?
He's always so fickle and uncertain... I never know. We will see I suppose, but a couple things: Thanks to my friends for being there, thanks to Abby Marsh for endowing me with wisdom, and thank you Muse for conveniently adding a soundtrack to my life. I don't think it's really sunk in yet. I'm SINGLE. I donno, all too surreal. I'm not sad yet. Though I know I will be on my birthday. Oh well... I guess so it goes. And THIS is why I keep up my guard with people...
So Taylor, Goodbye. I hope you have fun fucking Elise or Ellie or Christina or anyone else you like, and yes, let's try to be friends, but I will not take shit from you ever again... and this will not destroy me. Hm, one would think I would've drawn something like this: But no, I drew my character in Sloth, like this: Very strange. 
