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5.30.2005 ||> It's my party and I'll pity myself like I want to
When I was in college, I had a few relationships, and all the ones that were serious ended in a bang. Lots of drama, yelling and ultimatums flew about. I broke up with my first boyfriend over the phone by telling him that everyone I knew hated him, even the cat. Then I hung up on him and never spoke to him again.
I'm much less dramatic now.
A couple of months ago, I began what can only be described as the most civilized relationship I've had. We had almost montage-esqe moments, walking through Valley Forge Park, getting lost in Philadelphia, making out in my driveway. We never even fought. So of course, we had to break up in much the same way. Like some sort of very calm movie, he told me that it wasn't working out, and I said okay. We talked a bit, and then he left.
The thing that bugs me the most though, is not losing my boyfriend, but losing the only real friend I had here in Pennsylvania. It was one thing to go to Uzbekistan. I went with fifty other people, so naturally I could make friends. Here, I have my family (and they're really awesome), but my friends are spread across two continents. I took a job that wouldn't interfere with my personal life so I could have one, but I don't. All I have is time to be bored or lonely, and I don't even have money to show for it.
My (newly) ex-boyfriend has this five-year plan. I remember having one too, but I chucked it. Maybe that was stupid. Maybe I need a whole new plan, but I don't know where to start.
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