This morning I came to the conclusion that I actually needed to break up with my boyfriend. There were a lot of reasons, but the majority of what I was thinking came down to the simple fact that I wasn't happy. I didn't feel like I was good enough at times. I didn't get physical OR verbal queues that he really cared, and I spent most of my time concerned with the fact that I was moving at a different pace than him in the relationship--or rather, concerned with the fact that I didn't even know where he was at in the relationship. I know for sure...
