I guess it goes without saying, I'm done here.

Life caught up with me, and I realised that maybe it's just a little too short to spend bitching and moaning here. Where nobody reads it anyway.
I've had a lot on my mind anyway. Trying - oh god, trying - to clear it all out. And maybe, just maybe, I'm getting there. But it's taking time. Which might explain why, whenever any of you have asked me 'are you alright?', I've glared evil laser death at you. Because I'm a mess lately, I can't actually tell you how I feel because it seems to change every fifteen minutes. Which is no good for anyone.
I mean, hell, my moods used to change often as it was. But seldom more than once a day, let alone as much as it is lately. I've been pondering whether or not I have bipolar I (manic depression), or if it's something less severe.

Although by the very definition of bipolar I, it's likely that I could be classed as bipolar I anyway:
('Bipolar I disorder, the diagnosis of which requires over the entire course of the individual's life at least one manic (or mixed) state episode which is usually (though not always) accompanied by major depressive episodes.')
Note: at least one. But I digress.

With a constant reminder of what I've lost, thrown away, whatever you want to label it, I'm having a hard time sorting out my feelings. But I KNOW I'm better off now than I was, even if simply for the freedom.
Problem is, it's not that I don't like her anymore. It's just better this way, although I've not realised it yet. Like I said, I'm getting there.
Hopefully a christmas away from everybody (away from her, mostly) is what I need. A week left of exams, and I've got exactly that. Thank FUCK.

Enjoy your christmas.

Fonse
-- signing out.