I broke up with the guy I was dating yesterday. Well, it was mutual. I told him to call me, and when he did, I told him that according to his signals, he wasn't that into me (hasn't asked me out, doesn't give real hugs, doesn't sleep well next to me, hasn't put out, said he wasn't ready to be my boyfriend last week--pretty obvious huh). He agreed.

I don't feel sad, but quiet.

I have an emptiness not in my chest, but in front of it (I guess I want to hold someone, and I'm not horny at all, just like when my boyfriend and I broke up two Mays ago).

If dating is like being awake, all I want to do is fall asleep in my own bed.

I've shaved for the first time in more than a year. Letting the past go.

But I hate the anxiety.