Today I felt a little better. I was pretty much the only person in the office to wear green though. I guess the French don't really celebrate St. Patrick's Day. Oh well. The parade was right near my work place so we heard a lot of people yelling and stuff all afternoon. I decided to go out on my lunch break and walk around. I found some birthday presents for my coworkers who have birthday's coming up in April at Urban Outfitters and then tried to go to Duane Reade but the street was still blocked off for the parade. I ended up going to Rite Aid instead and apparently Irish Spring was having like a house party in the entrance, LOL.

I fell asleep a bit in the train on the way home and when I got in my fiance finally opened up and talked to me. Apparently he has come to realization that he is full out gay rather than bisexual so that was that. We still have the apartment together so we'll be room mates until October. It's tough being in a relationship with someone for eight years just for it to end that way. I'm glad he finally talked to me though, at least now I know what's going on and I can start to try to pick of the pieces of my life and figure out where to go from here.

I'm just so very tired. I've been so stressed out for so long, I just want to get away. Too bad there isn't some deserted island with my name on it somewhere.

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The death question seems oddly fitting considering that my relationship of eight years "died" today. I think you'll understand if I refrain from elaborating on the subject.