I think it's over again. I didn't cry this time. The first time I cried a lot. Everytime after that I cried less and less until August when I cried a lot again. This time I'm not crying, even if it's actually over. It doesn't particularly matter. I will just be slighty more lonely than I was before. I will sit and do my puzzle and listen to music. I will actually put some effort into my appearance because when I do that I like myself more. I am not very needy right now. Conversely this is because I am so wholly needy that my needs have become basic. I don't need boys. I have a puzzle and I am going to Munich either this weekend or next and I get to see my dad in February and these thing are enough.