It’s taking longer than I would like to remember how to be happy. I miss everyone. I miss my family so much, and regret no picking the school that is insanely close to them. I regret not getting the smaller computer. I regret not retaining more from undergrad. I regret not figuring out how to study in undergrad. But, as much as I miss some of the little things you did and all of our traditions and laughs together, I don’t regret leaving you. You messed up. You did a bad thing. Repeatedly. You aren’t good enough for me. I may not love and respect myself a lot, but I love and respect myself enough to know that I deserve so much more than you will ever be. I may be lonely, and I may be sad, but I am not stuck in a relationship that was only going to make me hate myself for letting you treat me that way.