Sooo, Shane broke up with me, and I'm not exactly stupid enough to not figure out why and to not realize that his explanation was lacking.

Yeah, this morning was WONDERFUL. /sarcasm.

I really didn't need a breakup the day after my fucking rat died. Really. I walked to Molly about it. I love her. I talked to Mrs. Joseph about it. She hugged me and gave me chocolate covered pretzels.

But, I'm okay. After crying for half a day, I'm really okay. Leonard, my new rat, and I spent the morning togeher. He's darling. I just gave him some lunch.

Yeah, this is all a bit much. I'm still not over the tons of deaths that happened around Chistmas a few years ago. Like, crying over it is really an almost daily happening. My coping skills are virtually non-existant.

I talked to JR this morning. He's absolutely wonderful. I never tire of hearing how wonderul I am. It's lovely to have him always there.

Okay, I feel like shit. Honestly. I'm not in any way, shape, or form okay.