Not looking forward to anything. Least of all this friday. I'm miserable and only a few friends know why. You'll find out soon enough though, don't worry. And then we can all laugh at me and what a stupid girl I am.

He and I? Not so good. We talked things through and we seem okay now but our problems still aren't solved.

He asks 'why would [I] want to stay in a relationship for ten months when [I'm] not happy?'. Well duh, I would think the answer was blindingly obvious. I still love you. But I honestly have no idea how we're going to make it work anymore.

Sometimes I wish I were strong enough to let him go because I think it's the only way he'll ever truly be happy.

P.S. Going on a hiatus while my fucked up life gets back on track. Don't tag please. He reads this blog too.