Here I go again:

I broke up with my boyfriend, because I want to live my life the way I wanted, free of anything – after almost two years we’ve been together.

Seems like the year of 2008 all over again. I should at least try not to repeat myself next time…

I know from this day on, my life could only be better. I’ll graduate with a master’s degree in a year, find a job in android development and perform great. I’m an android developer intern right now, and had great fun working with other developers and designers. Everyone says I’m smart, hard working and can learn things fast. I’m sure I’ll get even better in the years to come.

But I’m afraid my ex-boyfriend’s life is going to get worse. Compare to his ex-girlfriend (the one before me), I went to Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute instead of Harvard, I don’t have an MBA from Stanford, I’m not – and never have been – the founder and executive director of a company, I’m not white, I don’t have blonde hair (being white and blonde matters to him), I speak English with my Chinese accent… From this declining tendency, his next girl will probably be worse than me.

I wish him luck.