Nah. I’m not gonna expand it. She gets the gist. Danie, I mean. She like legit forgave me for the thing, and I’m like super happy again. She also has a stellar blog as well, which you can go to by clicking right here. I know I really should finish the story, but…. effort. Anyway, I suppose I should start a new one now!
This week was absolutely awesome! Until I got back to school, that is. The new semester started today, and along with it came all new classes. My very first class is THREE HOURS LONG! Can you believe that? It’s pretty cool though, because it’s a class that focuses on some of the more hands-on aspects of the career I’m interested in, which is nursing. We’ll get to go into a nursing home once a week and take care of geriatric patients, which should be a lot of fun. Unfortunately, learning the procedures will take us until about March, so until then, it’s three bloody hours of listening to this woman drone on and on. My other classes are meh. At least I get to hang out with my friends during lunchtime.
I promised myself to spend too much time talking about it, but you may have noticed that I removed two posts from my blog last week. These posts were entitled “The Story of Ashley” and “Dreams”. These posts regarded an ex-girlfriend of mine. A girl I was truly in love with. And for that reason, it makes sense that I was in such brutal, intense pain. Always clinging onto the memories, trying to have some connection to her. Creepy, isn’t it? It’s funny how you can have a revelation at any random time. I was on the bus, listening to Pandora, when a song by “I Set My Friends On Fire” called Life Hertz. It’s the one song that I listened to when we first got together, and every time I listen to it, I’m bombarded with bittersweet nostalgia. But this time was different. I thought of her, and the times she and I shared, and I realized… that I wasn't in love with her at all, but in love with the memories. It all made sense. It explained why I was always so miserable with her. When I arrived home, I found the hollowed out book I had containing all of the love notes and art she had made for me, and ripped them to shreds. I felt free. Almost liberated. That girl no longer has power over my mind. Hell, she might even be reading this. So my message to her is simple:
I hope you have enough respect for me as a person to leave me the hell alone. There's no reason to read my blog anymore, because I won't be posting about you. Have a successful life. I hope you change your ways. And I hope you find out one day what true love is. I’m grateful to have had you to teach me that what we had was merely lust. Try not to turn out like your mom. Make sure he wears a condom next time you "try", so you won't have to worry about getting pregnant. And never let the loss of something destroy you.
Anyway, this week is my buddy Colin’s birthday party! I’m excited because I’ll be hanging out with like my closest friends. Carleigh (THAT’S HOW YOU SPELL HER NAMEE!!) is gonna ride home with me, and we’re gonna go to the party together! Holy shit. I just realized that the party is tomorrow! We need to get all the plans together. Anyway, I’ll be sure not to keep from blogging for too long. Now that Carleigh is blogging like a thousand posts a day, I should probably stride to keep up.
This week was absolutely awesome! Until I got back to school, that is. The new semester started today, and along with it came all new classes. My very first class is THREE HOURS LONG! Can you believe that? It’s pretty cool though, because it’s a class that focuses on some of the more hands-on aspects of the career I’m interested in, which is nursing. We’ll get to go into a nursing home once a week and take care of geriatric patients, which should be a lot of fun. Unfortunately, learning the procedures will take us until about March, so until then, it’s three bloody hours of listening to this woman drone on and on. My other classes are meh. At least I get to hang out with my friends during lunchtime.
I promised myself to spend too much time talking about it, but you may have noticed that I removed two posts from my blog last week. These posts were entitled “The Story of Ashley” and “Dreams”. These posts regarded an ex-girlfriend of mine. A girl I was truly in love with. And for that reason, it makes sense that I was in such brutal, intense pain. Always clinging onto the memories, trying to have some connection to her. Creepy, isn’t it? It’s funny how you can have a revelation at any random time. I was on the bus, listening to Pandora, when a song by “I Set My Friends On Fire” called Life Hertz. It’s the one song that I listened to when we first got together, and every time I listen to it, I’m bombarded with bittersweet nostalgia. But this time was different. I thought of her, and the times she and I shared, and I realized… that I wasn't in love with her at all, but in love with the memories. It all made sense. It explained why I was always so miserable with her. When I arrived home, I found the hollowed out book I had containing all of the love notes and art she had made for me, and ripped them to shreds. I felt free. Almost liberated. That girl no longer has power over my mind. Hell, she might even be reading this. So my message to her is simple:
I hope you have enough respect for me as a person to leave me the hell alone. There's no reason to read my blog anymore, because I won't be posting about you. Have a successful life. I hope you change your ways. And I hope you find out one day what true love is. I’m grateful to have had you to teach me that what we had was merely lust. Try not to turn out like your mom. Make sure he wears a condom next time you "try", so you won't have to worry about getting pregnant. And never let the loss of something destroy you.
Anyway, this week is my buddy Colin’s birthday party! I’m excited because I’ll be hanging out with like my closest friends. Carleigh (THAT’S HOW YOU SPELL HER NAMEE!!) is gonna ride home with me, and we’re gonna go to the party together! Holy shit. I just realized that the party is tomorrow! We need to get all the plans together. Anyway, I’ll be sure not to keep from blogging for too long. Now that Carleigh is blogging like a thousand posts a day, I should probably stride to keep up.
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