A strange sense of depression, calm, and acceptance is bathing me. I'm beginning to truly believe that I'm getting over Her. I don't want to talk to Her all the time. In fact, right now I have absolutely no interest in talking to Her. The depression is the realization that I have to make my own fun. I can't rely on someone else to take my boredom away. I must do that myself. I have no partner but I am not alone.