So, over the weekend my boyfriend told me that he stopped loving me a few months ago.
I'm glad that love for some people can last as long as six months.
He broke up with me on Friday. I wanted to leave for home on Thursday but he asked me to wait because he had something "super important" to tell me. When I asked him if it was anything bad he said, "No, all is well."
I agreed to stay at school for an extra day instead of going home... so he could break up with me.
Fuck my life. Fuck everything. Jesus Christ, flaming blood orgy in hell.