HOLY SHIT.

My stomach just fell into my knees. Like, just right now.


My bags are packed, I'm ready to go but I'm not coming back and I won't be wearing anyone's wedding ring.


That's kind of funny. Actually. Seeing as how the fact that my not getting married was a major catalyst in all of this insanity.


Welcome to my existential crisis.

On that note, last night was the opening for my student show @620. It went so well and I had so much fun and I'm so proud of all of them and saying good-bye was emotional. This afternoon is my going away happy hour at work and tomorrow I'm meeting some friends at Cider House after my last client event. Then I leave.

Weird. That stomach thing just happened again.

I don't know what it is. Maybe when things end, you think about how they began. At least I think I saw that in a movie or something.

Maybe it's the realization that everything I hated about him was pieces of myself. Well, love is just narcissism anyways, so I guess it makes sense that hate would be too. There's a thin line I guess. Or at least I think I saw that in a movie or something.

Regardless, life is good. No complaints here. So far. And so what if I loved him and he never felt the same. So what if I wear stupid shoes and talk too much and should work out more and have a lot to learn about life and all of that. Because I'm not willing to settle and at least I'm armed with that.

Now if only I could sell my damned car.