I'm quite disappointed in what has happened, but at the same time, relieved. After two long, fun, and also hurtful years, I have broken up with Ryan. I realized that my friends were right.

They told me he was a scumbag. I didn't listen. They told me he would hurt me. I didn't listen. He was a scumbag, and he did hurt me.

I'm sorry for ignoring all of my friends. They were looking out for me, and I was in way over my head, thinking, "Wow! This guy actually likes me!" I was wrong.

If people were all the same, we wouldn't have any conflict or hurt in our world. Society would be bland, or tasteless. Nobody would have a mind of their own, they would just be a stupid computer chip with the same data as everyone else.

Today, we're so opposite from that. There are billions of brilliant people, and it is their choice whether to use their talent for the common good. I am one of those people who lets their good qualities go to waste. I am a wasteful person, and I need to do something about that.

So I've gone on my Dawson's Creek spree again, and frankly, I think it's the most... touching (?) show ever. Seriously! I completed watching the first season last night, and I don't think I've cried that much during that show. It's just rather realistic.

Anyway, I've grown wayyyy too far apart from my old friends. They just have gone on with their lives probably forgetting that I even exist, but hey, that's all right. I mean, I don't have many friends to begin with, but I guess I can live, right?

And the most crazy thing has happened.. well, at least I never thought it would happen: I've started to lose interest in my boyfriend. After one year and eight months, I've started to realize that we should just be -- friends. I guess that's all I've got to say.

" There's not a single dramatic storyline in existence that Shakespeare didn't conquer first. Family revenge, political intrigue, the great gender battle. The guy mapped it all out for us, and what was his parting lesson? What genre of all genres did he finally arrive at after years of toil and sacrifice? Tragedy."