I've been utterly miserable for the last two days thanks to my (now ex) boyfriend who has so delightfully chosen to not talk to me no matter what and to push me off of him for no discernible reason. It's done between us. I wish I could say that I'm going to give him another chance, but I've tried so hard to work with him and he just refuses. It's like every time we fought we'd verbally make up, but he had no intention of actually trying to help me. Especially due to the fact that he was often angry at me for being asexual. I can't fucking help it. I don't like being this way. I'm not doing it because it's different.
So, we're done. I'm done.
I don't know what to do now. I don't really know where to go. I'll probably just have to move back in with my dad and look for a job somewhere in my hometown. This might mean a lot of things, potentially. In all likeliness, I probably won't be able to go to FurFright or the local meetups. Plus I'll be even more socially fucked than I was before.
I'm so stressed out from this whole ordeal. I got maybe 4 hours of sleep last night. My stomach is tying itself into knots and my heart is pounding out of my chest.
I guess this journal is to let you guys know what's going on with me.
I just wish I knew what to do now.