It's the beginning of 2010. Yay!

Too bad I feel crummy, but I've figure out what I want to do with this year of my life. I want to figure myself out, learn to love myself. People say they admire me, and I don't see it. I just don't. Meck, what ever.

He broke up with me. And I feel... horrible. Like I'm going to throw up. I have, and I did. This feeling is horrible. But I'd rather have it, than know that everything that happened meant nothing. So i guess I'm glad. But I know we can't be friends. If it meant something, then friendship isn't an option... Well, not now. Meck... I dunno. I make no sense.