Right. It’s time to write about something important. Or well, I won’t really write about it. At least not much. Here’s the deal: I’ve separated with my fiancée. It happened quite a while ago, but I’m still not that comfortable talking about it. As far as I know, my parents are still unaware, and I live in their house. 
We’re still friends though. In fact, I’m going to visit his place tomorrow. This isn’t a drama break-up, although things are slightly awkward at times.
And as for the question “why?”, let’s just say it’s a very long story and I don’t want to go into details about it. This post is mostly because it had to be said.
The stupid thing is that we get along so much better since we separated. It’s silly how things like that work sometimes.