And what a bitrthday it was,

Okay, so my brithday. Total Bust. First things first, I only got an hour of sleep because I became really sick overnight. I as aching and sore and coughing and all that. But I tried to make the best of it. I went out with Cassie to Best Buy to buy myself some presents using the gift cards i got. Bought The new Cake CD, pressure chief, “the Usual suspects” on DVD, and a router. Anyways, after that, we head to my parents, have fon du for dinner and I go home, feeling like shit, so i can sleep. at hom I take nyquil at 10. sleep until 6:30, take some tylenol PM (probably shouldn’t have done that) and slept til about noon. Wake up, cassies gonna come over.

This is where it gets good kiddies. Don’t click away yet. You’re about to witness something amazing.

“James. We’re moving WAY too fast. I just don’t feel like myself around you, and I’m just not happy like that.”

… I look at the clock, it’s 1:45. I’m probably alseep, I’m really groggy.

“I’m sorry. I love you, I know that. I know I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I know its the right person, it’s just the wrong time.”

…*crack*… look at the clock frantically, it’s 1:55. wake up, goddamnit! WAKE UP!

“I think we just need a break. I need to see where I’m at and get my feet ont he ground.”

Is there anything I can do? Is it something I did?

“No! No, you’re great. You’re too nice. It’s just me. I need to figure out why I’m acting differently around you. I need to see who I really am.”

Long story short, she broke it up with me kiddies.
The “…*crack*…” you read earlier?

That would be my heart.

SO. I go up to my parents to bring the stuff I forgot the other day, and stay there for a bit. Apparently running a fever of 102, and I have strep. Yes, I cried for a few short seconds, which is quite a bit for me. I’m sad, but I can’ deal with it now, I have to get physcially better before I take on the mental onslaught.

On the positive side, she only wants a break. But I don’t hold any false hopes. I told her to take her time and she can call me when she’s ready. She accused me of being too nice through it all.

Yeah, a lot of fucking good being nice is doing for me.

I’m sick of it all. But what can I do. Not a goddamn thing.

As always,
James
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