octagon

So, I ended it. Two years and he and I are no more. I've been walking around in a daze all day. Suddenly the school work that is my life seems trivial. I wonder if it was only ever important because there were things I wanted to avoid. I feel very dramatic today. I wish I was a poet so I could write tortured poetry and find some release. I did draw a bit though. And take some pictures. I'll have to find a scanner and get those up. I think I'm finally ready for someone else to tell me what they really think.