I just had a really bad night but in the end I feel like I had a great burden taken from my shoulders. Point blank, my Boyfreind Broke up with me. But I'm ok with it and I dont feel sad at all, just frustrated at him because he will never understand what he did wrong. Isn't that how it always is? I know that I'm not completely not at fault, but i'm ok with my actions and given the chance to take back I wouldn't. I'm disappointed and a little discouraged in men right now, but it will pass. Also I have some really great and supportive friends who were there for me. Aw well what better way to end the night then to order pizza and snuggle up to a good book? Awww the good old days.