The Source of My Condition.

Yesterday, May 8th, 2004, my significant other of 8 months broke up with me, because she had realized we "weren't right for each other". It's just, you know, kinda shocking when after such a period of time, the reason for the split up is because we arn't right for each other. But I'm not bitter, and I hope we can remain friends (benefits opptional, though preffered).

I feel like a big loser now. Being dumped is like Jeremy's mom, it sucks hard. I feel totally unattractive now, as apposed to kinda self-concious. I feel empty.

I drown away my sorrow by trying not to think. Literally trying to prevent my brain from functioning.

I haven't told my parents yet, because that has a stinging finallity too it that I dont want to face. And I trust everyone reading this not to tell my parents, because I intended to tell them myself.

Please, don't think me bitter.