So, I broke up with my girlfriend. It was my fault, and my doing. This is what happened:
For the last few months I've been depressed and dealing with a lot of emotional shit, and I was making her miserable as a result. So we agrees we'd take a break for a little while. However, yesterday I more or less freaked out, and broke up with her, because I really can't handle a relationship right now. We agreed it might work out later, but right now I need some time.
I then spent today feeling miserable about it, and sobbing on my friend's shoulder. Liz (the girlfriend) called a few minutes ago, we basically rehashed the whole thing more coherently, and discerned that we still love each other. Sigh.
I still love her. I did exactly what I promised her I'd never do; I hurt her. I didn't do it intentionally, and almost every factor is outside my control, but it's still my fault. She doesn't deserve this.
I live in a soap opera. When I think something is going okay, it falls apart. Inevitably. Sigh.
I'm going to go mope and do my homework and try to sleep. Wish me luck.