I finally told my parents that S. and I broke up. It's only been a month and a half. But it wasn't easy to explain that the reason I left NY no longer exists. Because let's face it, I wouldn't have moved here just for the hell of it.

My mom told me I could always come home. Dad told me he would come and get me.



Only 9 more months of trying to deal with this. Fan-fricking-tastic.