And, I know that it's so cliche | 03/31/2010 |
... to tell you that everyday I spend with you is the new best day of my life!
Relient K, you are the best lol
So again, sorry for being such a bad Blooper lately. Oops.
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Okay, so I know that one shouldn't dwell on the past. But, I really have a lot to get off of my chest.
I got a text the other day from the ex. You know, the EX--the one you cried over for weeks; the one who every time
you hear his name, you cringe; the one who got every last bit of that little girl you once were. Yeah. That's the one. The text
went something like, "See you've got a new boyfriend. Hope he makes you happier than I did."
Ohhhhhhhh were to begin? How about August two-thousand eight. I was still working at Disney on the weekends
(it wasn't that great, I promise), and I met a cute guy whose name, I'll keep a secret for embarassment's sake.
We worked together every weekend for about a month before he finally asked for my number. We started dating in
September. Every weekend went something like this: I'd drive down to Orlando on Friday mornings, meet him
at work, get off work, play in the parks (which seriously, I couldn't ever get enough of, guess it was the Disney princess
in me haha), go back to his apartment, wake up Saturday, go to work, play in the parks, go back to his apartment
(which eventually became "home"), wake up Sunday morning and go back to the parks, then go to my real home
on Sunday nights. Yup. At the time, it was perfect. We had so much fun together. And the whole "living together
on the weekends" thing made us think that we could have a future together. Our relationship felt like a real, grown-up
one. (HA! We spent every damn weekend at Disney! What an oxi-moron.) It was a relationship that I couldn't get
enough of... until he told me that it was time for him to go home. To Pennsylvania. The Disney thing was just
something that he did for fun for a few months, and then he'd go home to a little thing called "reality." Well,
thanks for leading me on, buddy! I was heartbroken, obviously. But, we told eachother that we could work through it.
He finally left in January, but before he did, I gave him my innocence. Big mistake, sweetheart. You know how it's
supposed to "feel right" the first time? I should have followed my gut, but of course I didn't. I was so blind.
He stayed in Pennsylvania until May. But, our relationship only made it until early March. When I went to see him in
February, I knew something had changed. I just couldn't put my finger on it. He wasn't as affectionate, we
didn't have as much fun (even though we went to New York City for two days), he was always on his phone, and but
something else seemed off. I spent three-hundred dollars on a damn plane ticket, and you're going to sit there
and text someone else while I'm here for a short four days? How sweet. You could probably imagine what was
going through my mind at that point. He's totally cheating on me. Before I went home, we talked about it,
and he apologized. But, it didn't feel genuine. Our relationship ended a week later. It was terrible, and I was so
depressed. Thought I'd never get over it. But, I couldn't handle the lies anymore. But the lies that I thought were
so simple, weren't. At all. I thought he met another girl. Let me repeat that: I thought he met another girl.
Boy was I wrong. I didn't learn the truth of the matter until May when the jit came back to Florida. Three
of the hardest words for any unsuspecting girl who has ever had feelings for a guy to hear. I am gay.
He and his bestfriend/roommate loved eachother, and it took the being separated for a few months for them
both to realize it. Most epic cheap shot ever. I had no idea. I'm not discriminating, and I don't hate gay
people. One of my best friend's is gay. But, I was so hurt. Devistation doesn't even begin to describe it. But,
I finally came to terms with the fact that life isn't fair. And sometimes, girls lose their virginity to gay boys. Fuck.
I never text him back, but if I did, it probably would have went something like this: "Well, he actually likes my
anatomy. And, yes. He makes me so much happier than you could have ever made me, dear. Hope you and the
roomy are enjoying eachother's body parts. Peace, love, and Mickey Mouse, bitch." I'm too nice though, so I just let it go.
Blah, blah, blah. I feel better now, haha.
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So, back to two-thousand ten!
I hate it when girls compare their exes with their current boyfriends. BUT, Zack is so much better than any guy that I have ever met.
I know it's so cliche, but he's the best thing that has ever happened to me. Our relationship hasn't been but two and a half months,
but I'm so happy with this kid. And, I know it's kind of soon to say, but I really can imagine what my life would be like without him.
Oh, PS: he's been really good about driving lately. Totally on his own though. I didn't say anything since that last entry to him about
hating all the driving that I do. I guess he just woke up one morning and decided that he had to drive. It's nice.
Also, I guess there isn't much to update on. I've worked a lot, done a lot of homework, and spent a lot of time with bae.
Work hasn't been half bad lately. I've been doing a lot of closing of the office. (@ a closest thing to ghetto grocery store called Winn-Dixie)
But, honestly, once I got the hang of it, it wasn't all that bad. It's actually nice not having to deal with customers all the time.
Okay. I think I've typed enough for one night. I don't even write this much when I write essays. Ha!
Sweet dreams, Bloop :] |
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sounds like that jerk is just trying to get under your skin.
