Scratch that last post. . .

So last time I blogged, I thought everything was figured out. I was completely wrong. I broke up with my fiance last night. It's not that I didn't (don't) care for him; I guess I care too much to let him be in a relationship with someone who doesn't treat him as well as he deserves. I am entirely too independent to be in a serious relationship; I was not handling things well. One of my biggest fears is that I won't be able to handle life on my own. The thought of needing someone else to help me scared me to death, so marriage is probably not a good idea at this point. Because of this I am becoming a bit of a commitment-phobe. The fastest way for any guy to get rid of me would be for him to say "the evil 'L' word" to me. Or mention marriage. Or children. Or forever. Basically, I just want someone who I can hang out without the pressures of building a future. I'm eighteen years old; I want to live!