I’d be lying if I said I was okay because I’m the farthest thing from it. It always seems as though once something bad happens another pile of shit is being thrown at you. Not having D. in my life any longer is bittersweet, but there was always more bad than good. Yeah i miss him but at the same time I’m free. For the first time in my life, I’m happy being single. You’d think I would be talking to other guys and trying to find someone, I mean don’t get me wrong I flirt and all but other than that I’m focusing on myself for the time being.