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I am not happy today. I feel quite sad in fact. Sad and a bit angry. Without going into the details of it my relationship has ended, a relationship that was always going to end due to circumstance, but has ended earlier than scheduled. It was all too hard.

I thought writing about it would be cathartic. It isn’t, I feel like a bit of a tit. Where does one go from here? To usual break up rigmarole. I’m at the angry stage at the moment. Angry at her for taking my love. Angry at me for wasting my time. It’ll pass, I’ve been here before.

So what can I do except look forward to the future. Not other girls, not now (save the lovely ladies of the internet). Guy dates, an excellent thing I stumbled across with a male friend on a night out; quiet Chinese meal in Soho, table for two please. Rambo at the Trocadero cinema, few games in the arcade first. What girl would do that in full eagerness? No sex of course, but I wasn’t in the mood - I ate half a kilo of M & M’s and threw up in a bin by the bus stop.

Plus you can go on as many with as many mates as you want and no one thinks any less of you. Oh wait that was cathartic.