I know, who really wants to hear about my love life? No one, besides, nothing to tell, as of right now, it is nonexistent. Yup, non-existent. My boyfriend (on-and-off 6 years) ended things. Does it hurt? Well yeah, I mean we didn’t completely cut each other out of each others lives. That didn’t happen. He’s my best friend. I was just having doubts. You those doubts of whether or not I was with him for the right reasons. Was I with him because I loved him or was I with him because I was afraid of change? Afraid of being alone? And I care about him too much to keep hanging like that. So I pushed away, pushed him enough for him to break up with me. But then he went and apologized, making me feel even more horrible. I think he got the sense that I was letting him go, so I told him the truth. Something I should have told him earlier instead of letting it build. I’m an idiot, I know that. I suck at relationships, I have a temper and I know it. I do try to maintain it though.
But anyway, it might be good for me to be alone for a little while, until I sort myself out. God, I feel like such a chick writing this. Like Carrie from Sex in the City…AND I DIDN’T EVEN WATCH THAT SHOW!!
I can only hope that everything will be okay in the end. That is my hope, my wish. I wish he would move on, I don’t like him hanging on to me, waiting for me to sort out my shit. He loves me, I don’t deserve him. I put him through a lot of shit, not gonna lie. I admit it, I admit I’m not good for him. But he loves me. I wonder how long it will take me to figure myself out. It’s never easy I suppose. Oh well, who said life was easy? What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.
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