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History begins to repeat itself. I did it for a lot longer last time, but again I am finding myself using the mental crutch that I will someday get back with my ex-girlfriend to ease the pain. It is hard to differentiate between wanting to get back together because you are madly in love and want to spend the rest of your life with this person; between wanting to get back together because it would be the quickest and easiest way to stop the pain [I suspect more of the latter]. Today was a big band-aid rip. She took all her belongings out of my apartment and we agreed to cease all contact. It is officially time to move on. I am now home for the holidays after some extended travels to Chiacgo, Veags and New York. After Christmas and New Years Eve and the Bahamas (PCA) I will be looking into experimenting with some online dating. I have given up almost all hope of meeting new people in person. I have yet to sleep past 9:59AM these past two weeks. Sometimes it is hard to distinguish the difference between the pain of lost love and the pain of acid reflux. I think it was a bit of both this evening.