There's this thing, it's called love. What is it that compels humans to feel such a powerful emotion? Perhaps genetics, perhaps the complexity of the brain, perhaps we were just designed to love and to be loved. Now, the thing that is crazy about love, is that after the lovers move on, there comes with it, hurt. Or at least, in my case, there was hurt. Now, after months of healing, I still get the occasional ping of jealousy when I think about all of the times I was placed second, or maybe not even at all. And when I say this, when I say I was placed second, I mean when he was too busy making out with and/or screwing some other girl but still telling me he loved me. Now, I am almost happy again. Of course I'm happy, I'm always happy, but finally, I feel the missing piece of me beginning to fade, and it's such a relief. I wish the best for him, and of course, as it always is with love, I will always love him. Possibly more than I should...Anyway, as for myself, I start living alone on Saturday! Yay! I got my car today and I'm just loving life. I'm a bit apprehensive about my first few days home alone, but I'm sure I'll adapt just fine. Highschool is as it always is for me, exciting and wonderful! I received my senior pictures in the mail today...they were okay, but they could have been a lot better. I did have my occasional "oohs" and "aahs" :)
Well, life is wonderful.
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