It's all over. And I didn't get to say my speech. It was a very good speech. I cried for twenty mins, thougn after 5 hours.. I was over it. Kind of. I was feeling fine after work, Though I had a dream and it was about him. And it knocked me a little. But yeah. Theres nothing I can do about it now. I fell a little too hard this time. But oh well. I think my plan of emotionally desteroying him backfired. Maybe I can.. give me a few weeks. I spent last night with... Lets call him a friend. All I could think about was that tosspot and how tottaly uncomfortable I was. And there was no alcohol involved. Actually.. I haven't had a drink in weeks. I need a life. And some lovin'. Proper lovin'. The kind that scars. I don't half get myself into some shit situatuons. Bless me.