Really.

Well, this should be the end of all my relationship troubles with the end of my six month relationship. Unfortunately, it ended on an extremely bitter and hateful note.

Stupid fucking god damn teenage girls.

I had a momentary lapse of common sense, and despite knowing the consequences, dived head first into a relationship that, after four months, I know would end. Though, wishful thinking kept me hopeful. But I guess everything happens for a reason, and I now know that, no matter what your age or level of maturity, your age still shines through in certain situations and decisions. Too bad I learned that the difficult way.

On the bright side, Semester Exams are next week! ... Wait a minute.
But at least I 'enjoyed' three snow days. I will be paying for those later in February.

Now for a comical picture drawn by my friend Tickle.
"My blood type is Nutella"
":E"