I feel a little like love's bitch at the moment...
It's official. James and I are no more, and even though I was the one who pushed for this particular decision, it still hurts me to the point of sometimes not being able to breathe. The truth is my life is just becoming something I'm not sure I wanted it to be and so I need to figure out what the future is supposed to hold for me. You know, it's just one of those things where it's like if I can't put up with my own shit, I can't possibly expect anyone else to. So I'm reevaluating my life and the like but if I seem a little bit down sometimes, there's a reason and I'm not just cashing in on several years of stored-up teen-angst bullshit.