Over the last year or so, I have wanted to post so many times. I wanted to describe my adventures of the night before; I wanted to detail the highs and lows, the joy and silliness, the pain and heartbreak.
Whatever I post, you would be so lost as to what I am talking about. Maybe it’s bc to understand the monumental-ness of the situation/experience, you would need the complete history with the people and previous nights just to keep up.
Or maybe it’s just bc I’m a shitty writer.
The basics of the last year; my level of popularity has plummeted.
From trying to break into a bar after hours totally blackedout, to passing out and having to be carried out of the bar after taking too many xannies. From several one-night stands (without any sex occurring – I know, actually a shocker), to having a (relatively) long term relationship (EEK I KNOW!! But it really was only for like 4 months, BUT that’s the longest I’ve ever been in one for!!!).
I’ve lost good friends.
I’ve gained better ones.
I’ve had my heart broken; again, and again, and again.
I’ve learned how to put the pieces back together on my own. Eventually…
I’ve learned the difference between being in love, and being attached to someone.
I’ve made a boy cry – 4 TIMES!!! 2 different guys tho (1 was 2 nights ago… More on that later tho) kinda feel empowered by that, as awful as it sounds…
I acquired a boyfriend
(but at first was confused who the father was)
I got an abortion.
I’ll try to catch y’all up on all these events/experiences over the next few days (I have nothing better to do anyway)
I’m telling you tho…
This past year and this summer have been wild.
To say the absolute least.