Happy Valentine's day!

What an awful, awful weekend I'm having. Started out with a party I didn't necessarily want. On Friday the 13th no less. My lucky day. Got home after waking up feeling like someone hit me in the head with a bat and going to school, started cleaning and feeling like I wasn't doing enough. Dealing with my roommates before party days is not a fun activity. Have a nap and wake up feeling somewhat refreshed. I get up and get dressed and people start arriving. Special Friend and his friend arrive and I'm really happy to see him. It's been a strange past few weeks, I've been really emotional and he's been sort of distant, yet he tells me he loves me and all this bullshit. He ends up getting drunk and hooking up with someone else, which I could forgive if it wasn't for the fact that I had explained time and time again that I am NOT strong enough to deal with that right now. He comes to bed an hour or two after I do with all this bullshit saying that he loves me but, he's not in love with me. It's not me, it's him. Blahblahblah. I tell him

Fine.

Get out of my life. 

I don't care. I don't need you. I only liked you because you liked me back. And now that you don't. I don't.

And that is that. I'm really good at cutting people out. I only hope that it doesn't hurt extracting every bit of him. I deleted his phone number. I'm throwing away his jacket. His stupid bear. I'm done.