I'm sitting here starring at a blank screen. I have been all day. I don't know what to do for this assignment. I hate this class. I hate the proff. I hate this comparitive analysis project. I wish I had James here to help me with it, like he used to. Actually, I wish I just had him to talk to. Not in a 'lets get back together way', but in a 'I wish things weren't awkward and we could actually talk like civilized people kind of way'. We are never going to talk again. Ever. In my life. That thought serious scares the shit out of me, makes my stomach turn and makes me want to barf everywehre. He's going to move to Peterborough, start saving animals lives and find a wicked girl. I'm going to stay here, write and maybe, one day, eventually, find a guy that's right for me. I'm jealous of exes who can be friends, and who don't just cut each other out of their lives. I wish I was worth still talking to. I know that it's best we aren't together anymore and I know it's meant to be this way, I guess I just wish we still talked. We had so many awesome times together, it's just unfortunate that I will always remember most vividly you kicking me out of your life and our last conversation through text messaging, when I asked you for the sweater you gave me back, and you told me it was yours so I couldn't have it. That thought makes me want to cry. Three more weeks. I know I can move on, one day, I will.