This is Surreal

I'm still feeling strange, and uneasy. My stomach always feels like it's flipping, so I haven't eaten that much. Don't get me wrong, I eat a couple of times a day, but my stomach just feels weird. I'm glad to be not eating so much...I need to lose weight anyway. It's hard to lose weight when you're living with a guy.

I was on Craigslist last night looking at the personals, just for fun, because soon, I can actually date if I want to (not that I necessarily want to date on CL). Man, there are a lot of weirdos out there. Some guys go so far as to list what color eyes and hair and what size you should wear. Get real you idiots! You're on Craigslist, looking for a date. Oh yeah, and a lot of the guys are borderline illiterate (if you want go out for good time rig me up). That's attractive. Go to a bar, jackass.

Today was the day I planned to tell Tim I'm leaving. Oh boy. He just called to tell me about a formal event next Friday. I need to tell him. No matter what he's done to me, I don't want to go on living this lie. Two and a half weeks is a long time to live with someone when they know you're going to be leaving. He'll try to talk me out of it again. That's the worst part. I find it difficult to go from treating someone like you love them to treating them like you don't, at least when I'm living with them. My friends, even the ones who I've just recently gotten back in touch with, have been wonderful to me. To any of you reading this, thank you. Thank you for offering assistance where you can and for being there for support. I hate to think I'm a "taker," more than a giver, but I guess there are times in your life when you don't have a whole lot more to give than your friendship.

I feel like I had some deep thoughts yesterday night that I wanted to share on here, but now I can't remember what they were. Maybe the glass of wine just made me think they were deep...