Anyways, life.
If I had put up a journal everyday starting about 4 weeks ago, each one would've probably said: "I want to die." About two weeks ago was when I started feeling less crappy. A week ago, even less. Now? Still a little bad but I no longer spend my spare time crying and wondering about what could have been. So yay, I survived my first heartbreak! At least I know it's possible. It's hard sometimes to look on my profile and see all the love messages that are there, I should probably delete those but I'm afraid I'd be tempted to read through them, and then of course I would get sad again. It took a while to get used to not getting any phone calls or love notes or getting to see him everyday like I used to.
But I've recovered like 95%, and instead of crying over the past, I'm starting to look more to the future, shady as it seems, seeing as I'm kind of confused lately about what it is that I truly want right now. But nonetheless, still looking forward to it. A couple of you guys helped me out, and thanks for that.
Devious Comments
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Why say God Speed when Chuck Norris Speed is better?
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Why take life seriously? Nobody gets out alive anyways.
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Why take life seriously? Nobody gets out alive anyways.
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my cute, funky icon was made by the awesome *Hippie-Sammy
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Why take life seriously? Nobody gets out alive anyways.
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