Thank you all for your heat-warming replies. It was definitely a tough time for me, though I managed to keep safe and stay away from sharp objects, I felt very much alone again.

In regards to my past alcoholism, I recovered from it. The amount I drank slowly decreased after I met him, from a liter of whisky a day to a pack of lager every day to a beer every now and then to nothing. He's helped me not only through self injury, stopping me for the longest amount of time since I started at 12, but also made me a better and more loving person and now I don't touch alcohol aside from the rare social event.

About a few hours after he broke up with me we began to speak again and resolved our differences, albeit at a slow rate. Valentines day? I spent the time with him, and that horrible night just seems like a nightmare I want to forget.



^^^ He got me roses, aren't they just such a beautiful and delicate flower? I only wish they'd live forever because he brought me them and well, really he's just as delicate as roses are.

Anyway enough of that sickening love story. It's almost a clique, or maybe it's a huge clique. I'm not sure how it appears to people from outside the relationship. He's really good for me. And now we're back together I feel a lot better.

Just need to fight these Celexa side effects for another week or so!

RB ♥ ♥