(Listening to: Apoptygma Berserk) I cleaned my room, I wrote my friends letters... Just menial domestic tasks like that. And Allen and I broke up. There was a lull in conversation and I was just like "This isn't really working out, is it," and he agreed it wasn't. We've been 'dating' since early January, but haven't seen each other in over two months, and he's looking at a school in Chicago, and I'm too brainless for a relationship... I don't think either of us are too heart-broken and we're sure as hell going to stay friends. I'm wondering if one of the biggest dangers to a relationship is learning that you can function without the other person.