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Most certainly, no one reads this. All the more reason I should write in it more.

Doing well. Well, I'm doing better. Definitely better than three weeks ago, that's for sure. To give you a brief rundown, I ended a four month breaking up ordeal with my exboyfriend of a year or so. I have a very messy relationship with this kid, and I finally decided for my own sanity I needed to sever my ties to him. Then, his mother promptly died. It was more of a test than anything else. I was really expecting myself to fall back into the loving, supporting girlfriend again, but I was essentially stunned at my own willpower. He needs more work than I can provide for him. Learning to stand on his own will be good for him, as painful as it is for me to let go.

I really should to go into a career in therapy. Every relationship I've ever had, I've ended up being the shrink anyway. I might as well start getting paid for it. Though, according to my friend, you have to go all the way through med school... to sit in a chair and talk to someone. I think that's only if you can prescribe medicine, though. Either way, it's something to consider.

It's beautiful outside. I want to take a walk, but I have nowhere to go. The story of my life, ladies and gentlemen.