So, I broke up with my boyfriend today.

I'd been thinking it over for a while, and I realized that my feelings for him were merely platonic. But I still really wanted to be friends with him. This entire week was nervewracking, and every time he'd ask me what was wrong, I'd nearly start crying.

And today succeeded to be much worse. C:

While I was talking to him, I swear I could feel my knees shaking. I was so...I don't know. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him, and I was so scared that I would. It went okay, and I thought I'd cope pretty well. I got on the bus, completely fine, and I erratically burst into tears. And then proceeded to cry for the majority of the ride home and for another hour after that.

I've never felt so completely horrible about myself.

I know, a month-long relationship isn't very long. But it was my first, and it's really hard to give up something like that.

...I think I'll be alright. I'm more so worried about him than myself. And I think it was for the best.

That doesn't change the fact that I feel like the world's biggest bitch.

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Thanks to everyone who's commented - you have no idea how much better you've made me feel.

So, as a random spasmodic treat, here's some more of that gorgeous 'Livi you love (to see make a fool of herself).

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