So, I found out tonight that the object of my affection definitely has a gf. No mistaking that fact. Here I go again, brokenhearted for the nth time. I've really lost count. I'm not sure why this happens to me, all the time. Either I get rejected, or someone else swoops in and "steals" the guy I fancy. Unfortunately, my life isn't a John Hughes movie, where the girl gets the guy in the end.

I'm still stunned. I want to cry, but I'm too numb to do so.

I'm just glad that I won't get to see him for a while. Hopefully, when I do, I'll be completely over this whole thing.