I never said that it was all done just for you.

"Bridget Jonesing: Being so ready for an impending breakup that you actually crave the fun of being single again. Sometimes, a relationship gets so oppressive and stale that you yearn for the thrilling mystery of a blind date, the electric tingle of waiting for a call, the serenity of a Saturday night at home alone, the rousing challenge of a party where there are 10 single women for every available man. (Note: the moment you officially become single again, this will pass.)"
There goes Glamour again. Although, of course, at the same time that I'm waiting for this to just -end- already, I'm also sad that it's done with. I know that I'm the queen of peculiar relationships, but this is the first time that one has ended without at least one person wanting it to. So here's the game, kids: we're going to pretend like this is all normal and planned out, and -not talk about it-.
It's funny, how little this resembles a real journal.