a piece of my past.....good old sophomore year: break-up time! I've gotten out of him what I wanted and I've had my appetite satiated for the time being. So really, there's no further use in continuing on. I realize to anyone reading this I will sound incredibly, well, bitchy and narcissistic, but I entered into this relationship with the notion to have fun, not to be serious. I’ve come to the conclusion that the specific qualities I’m looking for in a man cannot and will not be found while I’m still in high school, and so there’s no point in waiting for something that’s not going to come my way for another five, ten, fifteen years. So why not go out and have fun and learn about relationships for the time being, instead of solely looking for something serious? If the ‘seriousness’ had happened with him, than that would have been fine, but my main goal in entering a relationship at this stage is not to look for something that’s going to last for years, or even A year. And, so what? The 'seriousness' DIDN'T happen this time. And, really, there's nothing wrong with that. I suppose the only difficult thing will be the actual action of breaking up… the “meeting,” the “we need to talk”, the questions and explanations and the stress of telling white lies for sympathy’s sake….bleh.