That's me! Me in all my post-breakup glory. After the distruction and rampage that was my life for 2 months, i decided to finally be rid of all the accessories that remind me of a certain heartbreaker. I gave the GoodWill clothes that belonged to him, as well as a scarf that I never wore. Poor thing lived under a box that was in the mess of my trunk. I went through and deleted every picture that had him in it. Although, i must admit, that was harder than i thought it would be. As every press of the delete key became increasingly hard and angry, I couldn't help feeling that i was erasing a very memorable part of my life. The only thing left to do, which i feel quite determined about, is finding a pawn shop and getting rid of the jewelery that i was given. I feel that would be (or close to) the last step that i would have to take to get over it and believe me, I am ready to put those memories in the past, where it belongs.

I am sure that no one likes to read about the ramblings of a broken heart, but i have a need to vent. The last 2 months have seriously been a rollercoaster of emotions. I spent a year of my life caring for someone so much, that to have it abruptly end was like getting hit by a bus. Hearing that he was unfaithful wasn't bad enough. Oh no. He never called me back. He never fought for me. I think that was the part that hurt the most. Haven't heard from the fucker since. Out of this experience, i learned that some people are really that heartless. All in all, even though this put a damper on pretty much everything, i feel like i know more about myself than i did before.

Over here ,on the brighter side of the world, i finally know what i want to do for a career.

I want to be an animator for Disney's Pixar or Dreamworks. Long shot, i know. Worth it? i hope so. I just feel like, with the proper classes and training, (not to blow my own horn) i think i could be good at it and most importantly, i think this would make my happy.