Seems like some dates are cursed. The 24th of December are destined to make people believe that that's the day Jesus was born. The 5th of August is meant to be the day when relationships ends. At least for me. For the second year in a row the 5th of August have meant sadness and a lot of thinking. This year it also involved small portions of that feeling called freedom. Yes she dumped me and I don't know if I feel glad or sad. I wasn't in love with her but I surely felt something for her. I need to sleep on the matter and I'll get back to my w/u tomorrow. Hopefully I can add a dreamlog, and then at least Freud can help me sort things out.