I'm really proud of myself. Man. I thought that I'd never ever get over my first love, but I'm starting to. I'm not completely over him, but I finally feel some weight off my shoulders. That fear of losing him, it happened, and that is what traumatized me the most. It was like I was going through Rehab, but now I'm better. And he didn't love me, so why am I so sad for? I don't care at all. I'm proud that I was able to truly love another human being. Whether he didn't or whatever, I am proud of myself, for having that much heart. Now, my eyes are looking brighter, and now that I realize it, he isn't worth my depression. He isn't worth killing myself. Because if he was, he still would be with me. He would've stuck by me. But I forgive him. It's okay. I'm just proud of myself. I'm not completely gone, there's still hurt there. Still love there, but I'm looking beyond that. It's all about Me, Myself, and I.