Is it better to love and lost then to never have loved at all?

I've been pondering that question for some time now. I have discovered that my ex, well... has not exactly been truthful. It has torn apart my heart and soul and it feels like someone has rubbed salt and alcohol on my raw wounds. I feel used, betrayed, and utterly destroyed. And yet he has the balls to ask why I feel these things? The last two years of my life, have been this person. Taking care of them, making sure their needs were met, above my own, and making sure they lived a happy life. I know *know* it's not healthy to put someone else's needs above your own, but when I give my heart I give it all. I need to get all these emotions out, but they are trapped and they don't want to come out yet... So i'll blog about something else.

My computer died at my house, so I am currently at Cassy's house using her and Jessica's computers. I've been here almost a week, due to having problems at home and then the thing I found out my ex. Cassy has been my guiding light through everything. I don't know when I'll be able to get the computer fixed, my cousins boyfriend is supposed to give me a new hard drive but I have no idea when that will be.

Sorry for the incoherance of my post. I'll clean it up and fix it later... maybe.