The final big break-up occurred at the start of this life phase. From then on, as said, the relationship was just pure stupidity. Getting back togethers that shouldn't have happened, lots of me being frustrated with her. I was probably a more typical boyfriend this time around, thus frustrating her a lot as well. Frankly, this whole period was a bunch of mistakes and embarrassments. But, my attention was more on my resuming college in these days, and after the agony of the relationship faded, I always viewed it as simply something temporary, always knowing we'd end up breaking up again. In the meantime, I went towards college aggressively, acing all subjects as I struggled to get my life back on the track that I'd felt it'd been tossed off of since I finished high school.

This was probably the first healthy time in my life since Contentness, as it was a fairly simple time, in truth. The simplicity came from my callousness, a side of me that seemed to have been called back from before the relationship began. The relationship wasn't passionate. It was simply there, at times convenient, at times inconvenient. I suppose it was a "normal" relationship, though I despise such a thing. After our first breakup, I directed a lot of time towards myself, which I hadn't done in some time, picking up new hobbies and a new style. Became a bit of a DDR freak at the time, as well. It always felt as if I was simply between things, and I suppose my contentness with the makeshift of my life has a hint of jading to it. But, I suppose I needed a break from wearing my heart on my sleeve.