EPTIn July, I made a blog depicting my foolish actions of inviting a girl I really didn't know that well, to move in with me. I also promised updates, which never happened. I initially did write down some stuff, but after reviewing it, it always seemed like a brag or whine blog. And really, while most of the stories were either kind of funny (like the time I purposefully squirted ketchup into her hair as a joke), or kind of troublesome (like a huge fight we had over where she gets to park her car, don't even fucking ask, it pisses me off so much just thinking of how stupid that was. I mean who gives a fuck where you have to park,and it wasn't even the winter so what the fuck is wrong with parking in front of the building? GRRRR, WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME???), I felt there was no real point in sharing those stories.
I mean, there are a ton of people here who's opinions I respect a lot, but if any of you were to die, I might spend a couple minutes to reflect on the fact that you're dead. Maybe. I understand some of you have much stronger bonds, but I personally don't have that with anyone here.
And without that connection, I felt like I would be wasting precious blog space. I knew, or at least I thought I knew, the correct way to handle those situations and so I never needed advice.
Anyway fast forward to today. The short of it is, we broke up. We broke up about a month ago. I wrote a much longer piece going into more details, but it's all just rationalizing fluff. I could spend a couple of days analyzing where things went sour with you guys, but really I'm just not in the mood.
That's really all there is to say. It sucks, but I'm not completely heartbroken. I think we both saw it coming a while ago, so it wasn't a sudden shock to either of us. My lease is up in May, so I have about four months that we're going to live together still. It's going to be rough, but it won't be anything I can't handle. I hope.
I'm going to start playing so much Dota 2...
