This is so random. No, I'm not going to blog again. I just need a place to... rant. And this blog have been nothing but the best place to talk like to myself? I know no one reads it (hopefully). So, it's 5am and all I could think about is how fragile my heart is and how I've been hurt so bad, I don't know what to feel anymore. Most of my friends knew the existence of ***. How important he was to me, how much I've loved him, how hard is it for me to move on and you know the same old thing. I took two freaking goddamn years to get over him, to actually accept the fact that we're no longer together. And I did it. And during those two years, I did not get into any relationship although I've been close to a few guys. And knowing Z, you know she's not a fan of being single. But that was before. After being broken, I don't really care. I think the immature me thought that having a boyfriend is everything. What can I say? It's normal for a young teenag...