I had the most amazing thing going for me and I messed it up. My inability to get over myself and my fears and DO something to help myself has cost me the greatest guy I've ever known- In the short 6 months we were together I managed to slide and crash big time, and fair enough he couldn't handle it (my emotional/mental/physical health) and he decided to back off and be 'friends' again 'like old times' *sobs*... So I have a game plan, I have a damn good one at that... I'm calling this morning to seek councelling at the Family Services Centre, and I'm going to go dammit, Its only 20 blocks away (literally in a straight line) and even if I have to take a taxi I will do it. I will get my terrified butt there and I will give it a chance. I will put forth the effort and determination to get better. I want to live. I want to survive. and I want to be proud. (Sorry just heartbroken and ranting...hope nobody minds)...

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