on being annoyingly honest.

Ladies and Gents, please, if you read this interwebs trash rag at all, forget what you've ingested so far. In fact, for my sake, take it all, crush it up into a ball in your insides, and puke it up into your toilet. Flush that baby down. Because the summer described in my previous blogs is over in so many ways. Sans freedom. Sans boyfriend. But not sans hope. Surprisingly enough, I've managed to retain so shred of faith in some kind of higher... thing. Be it fate, God, whatever. I am currently working on a) Not being so emotionally invested in a person after so short a time, b) Becoming more comfortable being with myself, and c) Coming to terms with the possibility that I might sometimes have to be alone. I've learned a lot, a lot about myself that I didn't know, a lot about my ex that I didn't know, all of which has been incredibly painful and incredibly helpful with arriving here, wherever here is. So now I'm just working on getting back on my feet. Especially for this semester, having eighteen hours and a job. But really, if you're sad enough to still be reading this, just forget what you've read, and look forward to any new posts I may have. I'm working up, folks. Let's see how this goes.