The stuff life's made of

When you break up with the girl of your dreams, its hard to get over. For me, Alex was everything I dreamed of. Everything was perfect. She told me she loved me. I believed her, because I loved her in return. But why does something so seamlessly perfect have to end? I blame it on Catherine. I hate that bitch. And I think my religion can condone this hate I have built toward, because she is mormon. And mormons are the enemy of God. And sense God and me are pals (most of the time) it would make sense for me to be enemies with his enemies. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I'm sure rational Jeremy will step out any minute now and say everything's gonna be alright. But for some reason, I'm still scared.

Why am I afraid to meet new people this time?