Well...
I saw it coming, but it doesn't make life any easier.
Andy and I are over.
It was two years and x amount of months, but it's finished. I'm not sure how to feel yet. It breaks my heart, but at the same time I'm relieved. Sort-of. Okay, relieved is a bad word to use. I don't know if it was the right thing or not. I don't know if I'll ever know.
So what does this mean? It means I'm lonely. It means I miss him. It means that it's fucking pointless for me to even own a cell phone anymore because all of my fucking minutes have gone to talking to him. It means that I will probably be single for three years or something. It means that I did it, and I'm miserable. And it means I'm going to regret it, oh wait...already do.
Anyway, I don't really want to talk about it. If you want to talk to me about it, leave me a comment, or email me, or call my cell or something. Yeah. I don't know.

- posted by L. @ 1:06 AM