I actually cried on the plane today to Tokyo. For some reason I'm heartbroken. It doesn't feel very good. I'm not sure if I still hate him. He got back together with his bf again, and I told him to get the fuck out of my life. I deleted him from Facebook and my phone and everything. I was motherfucking mad at him. But I realize I can't stay mad at him forever because I really do like him. Love is utter poop.