Yesterday I turned 26. Great. 26 and single AGAIN. Yeah, he broke up with me AGAIN. I'm not going to get into it but I think this is the last time he will ever break up with me because I'm not going to give him another chance to break up because I'm not going back. I have developed this awful habit of going back with boyfriends for the past 5 years (I have had 3 during this time), hoping and trying to make things work but always failing miserably. I admire people who can break up and seriously be done with it just like that. Snap of the fingers. Hell, I wallow in my pain and misery. I think about how much I miss my boyfriend and how much better life is with him in my life. I forgot what we broke up over and think of only the happy memories. Then he calls and I get sucked right back in. What a vicious cycle. I guess I just don't want to be alone.