Being heart broken is the worst feeling in the world.

Being heart broken after spending 400 bucks on a flashy hotel room with room service and movies and having a great night together is even worse.
I don't want to lie to my blog. I knew it would happen eventually. But breaking down at work and spending every minute at home bawling is not fun. I never wanted to feel this pain again but some how I always bring it upon myself. It's all my fault. And that's the worst piece of knowledge in the world. And now I'm going to start crying again. Yay.

I wanna thank people though (let's just pretend I'm winning an Emmy?)
CHRISTOFAH who physically won't let me be sad haha. Even if this means shaking me till it hurts? Haha. And distracts me till I fall asleep at crazy times of the morning.

Alannah. Who of course stayed the night with me. She is the friend that makes me mad. And moving forward is always easier when you're mad and not sad?

Christiann. Who is my source of logic and reason when all I can think of is lost love and happiness. He is a true friend.

Thanks guys (: