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I've been thinking a lot recently about why we do what we do. Humans are interesting in the fact that we have reasoning but we are also selfish; we are also masochistic bastards. We are not alone in these qualities- if you have a dog- you know exactly what I am talking about. Example: I suck at math so I know I need to study hard and pay attention but like today, I find myself on my iPod checking facebook in class to stay awake. I'm hurting myself- but to me it's better than doing math. And then when I get a C on my tests- I'm pissed off and angry with the results. Why isn't that enough motivation to make me learn better habits? Because the o

I miss him and I think about him all the time.

Why do I only blog when I'm suffering? Well okay. Here we go. A few nights ago around 3am my boyfriend decides to finally tell me that he had never loved me as more than a friend. He loved every aspect of the relationship physical and friend related, but he couldn't push his heart to the next level. We are still good friends but you know- everything I though we had is gone and kind of never was. I mean it was- but not what I thought it was. So I'm super sad and constantly lonely seeing as we shared a bed for a year and a half and I saw him every day. He wants to preserve a middle zone but we all know that's not happening. I can't listen to m