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So today in the shower I got careless, twisted the wrong way, and managed to slice a three-inch cut open on my left thigh with my razor. I am *special,* you guys. You have no idea.
Also, I just broke up with my boyfriend of well over a year because I just stopped being happy. And my now-ex is seriously the nicest person I know, and he took it so much better than anyone should be expected to do, and now I feel like a shitheel of the highest order. But I had to do it, because I need to think about me. And what I need is to be out of a relationship, to not be just a part of a greater whole but just myself, and so this had to happen for me to be happy.
But I'm still a shitheel.
Also, I just broke up with my boyfriend of well over a year because I just stopped being happy. And my now-ex is seriously the nicest person I know, and he took it so much better than anyone should be expected to do, and now I feel like a shitheel of the highest order. But I had to do it, because I need to think about me. And what I need is to be out of a relationship, to not be just a part of a greater whole but just myself, and so this had to happen for me to be happy.
But I'm still a shitheel.