I haven't written in this for so long, it feels weird to do it now.

All my life, I don't think I ever really loved anyone. I've said it, many times, sometimes to manipulate, sometimes out of obligation, sometimes just because I felt like I had to do it. But I never really grasped the significance of it, until I met Heather. She was literally everything I had ever dreamt about, and the first time I kissed her I felt like no kiss before or after could ever top it. Foolishly, I still do, but with each day that we're not together I lose faith that we ever will be together.

Love isn't worth it. Whoever said 'tis better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all' should be drug out into the street and shot.

I have decided that the time has come to give up sex. It causes way too many problems, and I don't have time for more of those.