I just broke up with my girl. Or she broke up with me. Who knows. [I Hate Break Ups]

She didn't want to hold me back, nor I her. And she doesn't need me being clingy and needy as she deals with her issues, so it's for the best.

It's not the outcome I wanted, but still. I'm gonna make some noodles and mix the leftover meatballs that need to be eaten through said noodles.

And now I'm crying. Bloody hell, I need to grow up.