Love is a tricky thing. It’s either all or nothing. What do you call it when you feel something in between? It’s usually paired with heartache. The loss of a loved one can be devastating. To think, you can never see them again, or hear their voice. What about losing someone even though they’re very much alive? Physically they’re the same as they were yesterday. But in your heart, you know things have changed. That kind of loss, breaks you apart and leaves a taint in every memory.
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December 10th, 2015 – Is my Boyfriend crazy?
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jeanjeanette : I work in a hardware store and I’ve never seen this much nuts. Run while you can!
damnitsdanielle : you spelled ex-boyfriend wrong.
reply to damnitsdanielle by lilly_27black : Amen.
darksoulsmania : Dump.
kallisti_gold : If you have to ask, the answer is yes.
darkflamingo : You need therapy. Please get away from him.
juliejuke : Oh my god, Mel?
Alissa_kelly : Everyone at school needs to know how much of a jerk he is.
December 25th, 2015 – What’s your best experience with snow?
I love the snow. When I was little, my mom and I would come out and make snow angels. Our dog Scotch thought we were playing and he started rolling in the snow too! Except his angel didn’t look very angelic. And he sort of always messed up ours too by running all over it. I don’t know why I’m saying this. I guess all memories in life are a little messed up. And so are people. That’s what makes them real. Anyway, I wish you all a very merry Christmas!
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clevermuggle : I was borrowing my brother’s car to get the alcohols because I was the only sober one at the party. Pretty much the entire car was covered in frost and snow. I brushed it off the handle and got into the car. I went to turn on the interior lights so I can see where to put the keys. I accidentally hit the button for the sun_roof. Snow pours all over me. So in conclusion, fudge snow. There are no good experiences.
gamer8055 : You’re still with him, aren’t you?
December 27th, 2015 – How do I break up with my boyfriend?
I can’t take it anymore. I don’t even know how to give people space, let alone be able to use the space I’m given. It’s all too unlike me.
I still want him. Of course I do. I met him. I practically lived in his arms crying or just moping around for the past few days. It felt like I’d just be able to get over it and be with him. And he’s been amazing to me. Maybe even better than before. It’s silly that he’s the person I go to when I have a problem, even when HE is the problem. At the end of every day, when I’m alone and I cry myself to sleep, I know. Deep inside. I know it’s over.
My heart feels heavy every time I think about how much it will hurt him if I left. Whatever you might think, he loves me. We love each other to bits. But it’s gotten toxic lately. One of us needs to wake up and smell the shit. And it’s apparently me. I’m going to have to man up and do it.
December 30th, 2015 – Que Sera Sera.
All things are for the good. Or that’s what they say. I ended things with him today. But I have this strange feeling that we’ll always stay connected in a way no matter what. I never thought I’d be writing about my first love in the past tense. It’s the most predictable thing, yet no one sees it coming. I
am was an optimist. What’s your excuse?
February 3rd, 2016 – I’m Moving in to my Dorm. Got any advice?
School’s in. And it’s in Europe!! 😀 I know. I’m psyched. I’ve always wanted to travel. This is my first step in trotting all over the globe. I’m going to be alone. And I’m going to be doing a lot of exploring! Please leave some suggestions in the comments if you have any. I’m starting a fresh chapter this year. Happy new year to you all! I know I’m really really late. Tardiness is in fact my middle name. (Actually it’s Rae, if you care) But, better late than never!
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February 14th, 2016 – Happy Valentine’s Day to you and Happy Moving Day to me!!!
I’m here and it’s all happening. It is like having an pair of wings glued to my hands. I know I’m overreacting but this is my first real taste of freedom. Let’s go and explore the hell out of this place, shall we? London here I come.
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February 21st, 2016 – I never thought I’d say this, but English Lit sucks.
I was so excited to be finally studying something I thought I would enjoy. But then, life has a habit of throwing curveballs at me in the worst of times. My professor is a shit bag. Opinions are called opinions for a reason! It was my opinion. That’s what she asked for. And before the words even left my mouth, she was all, “WROOOONG!!!!”. Yeah whatever. And worst of all, she (I mean THEY) is this self proclaimed feminist who doesn’t let us use gender specific indicators. Which is Dumb.
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atomicpete : I’m pretty sure English Lit would suck no matter who taught it. Just saying..
jake6711 : Nerd alert! These girls gotta quit on this whining.
reply to jake6711 by agirlwhodreams : Piss off! Jerkwad.
March 5th, 2016 – A secret admirer – WHAT?
Okay I’m making it out to be way more flattering than it actually is. So, I’m on my way home. I was almost in the parking when I realise that I forgot my reading material for English Lit. I hustled back to my locker because I can’t have my ass of a professor handing my ass to me again in class. I got the book and I was about to leave, and that’s when I saw it. There was a note pinned to a picture of me on my locker. It said,
You caught my eye, then you stole my heart. How predictable!
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To be continued…