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The first New Year's Eve that I did not join my usual friends for countdown, was the worst one I could ever hope to get.

I couldn't believe that I actually convinced him to dump me on NYE, since when have I became such a convincing guy?

From the pinnacle that was Christmas Eve, to this rock bottom that is now, I don't think I can fall any lower. My heart has gone beyond grief that I don't even feel grief anymore. I want to cry out loud, but my stupid ego prevents me so.

Was anyone surprised to see that this is coming? Guess not. Someone up there thinks 25 is too young an age to graduate from the endless suffering cycle of finding true love.

As maddening and crazy things went from extremely happy to extreme heartache in one short week, tell me if this isn't some sick joke to prove to me once again there really is no happy ending for me. Not now, not ever.

But after what's said and done, if I could turn back time, I'm not sure I would have chosen not to know him. For I did find happiness, even if it only survived for that very short time..