Gearheads of War

I'm not looking for sympathy whatsoever. I just need help. And call me queer if you want, but whatever.

Last night, my girlfriend broke up with me, and this is probably the shittiest day of my entire life. I know I hadn't dated her for that long, but she was probably the best thing to ever happen to me. We shared almost everything in common, from movies, to colors, to TV shows, to favorite foods. Basically everything. This was the first time that I actually cared deeply for someone else, and I thought she thought the same of me. Apparently, she doesn't feel anything more than a friend connection, and that she didn't want to be in the relationship if she wasn't gonna be all there.

I was shocked, and that's why I left Jambi's game last night.

She said she was just dating somebody to get over the fact that a senior from my school wouldn't date her and that she just needed to date someone to get over it. Enter me, the lucky stud to fill that position. Within a week after meeting her online (cliche, I know, she thought she knew me from somewhere) and talking about a lot of different things, I fell absolutley head over heels for her. She was perfect in every single way. Beautiful, nice, funny, doesn't drink or smoke (which is hard to find at any school around here believe it or not).

Then last night.

Please help, with something. Again, call me a fag, but even though you guys have never seen this side of me, I don't care. I'm a sensitive guy, and I trust you guys enough, 'cause you guys are basically my second family, no matter how weird that may seem. It's just that I was hurt so bad last night, I almost can't bear the pain anymore.

And she also said that she needs time to see what she really wants; me or the douchebag senior. But today has seemed like fucking eternity.

Thanks for those of you that read.

-Abe