Needless to say I'm very frustrated. We are currently three weeks into the third semester, and I feel like I've physically and mentally shut down. I find myself filling with rage, and deep down I know I should be at ease with myself. I don't regret the times we spent in the past, nor do I regret that our relationship is over. I regret that I made you my entire life. I regret that I always apologized for things I didn't do. I regret that I depended on you for the slightest amount possible. I regret that I changed characteristics of mine, that I should have never changed for anyone. I regret that I put any amount of trust in you, just as I regret putting your dreams ahead of mine. I regret staying at Winneconne my senior year of high school, and not attending school in Dubuque. A week ago if you had asked me how I felt, I simply would have answered with the single word betrayed. I knew I felt like you turned your back on me, but up until recently I never really understood what I meant. Like you've done in the past, you gave up on me when times got difficult. Today I can thank you for that. Looking back on our relationship I can find comfort in saying I did everything possible to make things perfect. You ruined a good thing. Not what was good in the past, and not what was awful the last four months, but what would have been great. I can find comfort in knowing that no man will ever exceed the level of love I was able to provide for you, and in a sense, I find enjoyment in knowing so. It may be a cruel statement, but apparently the truth hurts. A week ago I was miserable, and I knew I should have hated you for everything you've put me through. Looking back I feel comfortable in saying I do have bitterness and hatred towards you. I hate that you destroyed what little confidence I had, because I know I deserve something incredible. Fuck it. What more can I say? Your grandma would be proud.