that's my catchphrase for the day. first of all, sean tried to break up with me. secondly, i overate. thirdly, i forgot my mom was calling today, and i got home late. lastly, the post i was composing (and a very long post it was) about the break-up issue just died on my. firefox has been giving me a hell of a lot of problem lately. grrr.
basically, i'm tired, both physically and emotionally, just very drained. spent part of the afternoon trying to convince him not to give up so easily, and getting stabbed for the most part of it. i can't be bothered to type out the entire post again, i just don't have the energy any more, but basically he saw it as euthanasia (we're killing you for your own good, rover), i saw it as cowardice, he felt i don't do enough in this relationship, i felt there isn't much more that i can realistically do, i managed to convince that i'm masochistic enough to still want this, and then he ended off by making me feel like he had just been testing me. fuck. i feel damn cheated. but oh well.
right now, though, i know that i am not going to give up. there's no room for curling-up and dying in my life. not ever.
