Well, thats it, I'm throwing in the towel, taking my losses and writing this relationship off as another lesson learned in disfunctional relationships. I knew it was'nt going to work anyway, I jumped from the frying pan into the fire, as usual. I think I have this inherant need to "fix" people. He told me I was his "angel" sent to save him, WELL, that was all my gullible little heart needed to hear to make me melt into his arms. I've been told that I have a knack for taking in strays, i just wish i could keep it to the actual canine variety.

I definately don't have time for all this bullshit, I'm smack dab in the middle of finals and this whirlwind love affair has already been too distracting for my studies. I just hope he comes and gets what few belongings he has without a fuss or begging me to forgive him and just goes on. It's only been 3 months but the stresses in this short amount of time have been unreal, almost like a frickin nightmare. Sure he was charming and said all the things I wanted to hear but when that rush of wonderlust and excitement of new love wears off, reality sets in and I'm not such a big fan of reality. I live in my own little happy world and thats where I plan to stay!