I'm holding my dog and I don't wanna let go of her to type. Lol. It is 1:41 in the morning and I'm fucking depressed. Okay, not depressed. Just upset. My best guy friend (remember, I dated him) asked my permission to go out with someone. And I was like dude. I don't rule your life anymore, you do.

So I log onto Facebook ten minutes later, and he's in a relationship. And it was like. BOOM hit by a semi truck and slapped in the face and fall 10 stories onto cement and break your back and all your internal organs spill and out. Stuff. I don't even know why I'm fighting to stay in a good mood right now. I should be crying. I am determined not to cry. And this is why.

I'm going through a tough time in my life. I don't know who I am anymore. So how can I be dating someone? That doesn't even make any sense. Dating is supposed to help you grow as a person. Not figure out who you're supposed to be. I'm a mess right now, and I realize that. I don't want to drag him with me. I guess it's time for me to face this thing on my own. This is my chance to pull myself back together. Yeah, it hurts like a fucker. But now I can concentrate on me. I can worry about me. I can be as selfish and antisocial as I want because I need to fix myself. I am my own project now. I don't have to worry about a "second half".

Sometimes the most loving thing you can do for a person is to let them go.

He is better off with someone else. 

And I'm better off on my own.