Over the weekend I recall dreading the prospect that the next six months will be as difficult, humbling and just plain fucked up as the last six have been. All the same, aside from a couple of choices, I'd do it all the same. I made the right choice leaving J. I was a shitty, shitty, shitty boyfriend to her. I made the right choice breaking it off with D. I was just setting myself up to get hurt over and over. I made the right choice living alone instead of with roomates. Its painfully lonesome sometimes, but actually that very thing is what is healing me. I'd probably not be able to really just break the fuck down and ball if it wasn't for my knowing I am alone. Or dance like I do when I know no one is around. Unfortunately, I don't have anyone around that inspires me to leave all that much. Maybe I'll get it together to start going out again...who knows.
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