As just about 99% of the freshman population of this small little town knows, I broke up with my boyfriend yesterday. And yesterday, I was a total emo person. On my way walking home, I saw I dead squirrel with blood pooling around it's head. I broke down crying thinking that that was the squirrel equivalent of him. As soon as I got home, I put on my PJ pants, jumped under the covers and broke open the box of See's that I had got in preparation. After my second chocolate I had to stop eating. It was totally retarded, but in my head, my teeth were me, and the chocolate was his heart. I eventually got over that mentality and spent the rest of the night with chocolate in hand with my friend by my side. When I get really sad, I feel a need to watch a blood and gore movies, so I talked my dad into taking us to rent V for Vendetta. Watching that dulled the pain even though I fell asleep before the end of the movie where he makes everyone bleed. D: When I woke up today, I was still miserable and was crying just as much as I was the day before. But, about an hour ago, I had a conversation that made me feel better. Magically. I started to feel better afterwards, as I finished the ice cream, muffins, and chocolates. I didn't realize that the conversation had done it when it happened though. I realize that now. It was totally off the topic of the break-up for the most part, but it made me feel so much stronger. I feel totally equipped to face my problems now. I really owe this person. I won't name them here, but I will have to thank them for clearing my head and making me sane enough to think clearly. I still don't know what I will do, or what the answer to my questions are, but I'm fit to figure it out now. I wonder how long it will take...