Fuck June 7th... :/
13 years ago
As if life didn't suck enough...
On November 7th, 2008, I boarded my first plane to Seattle to see my boyfriend. My mom pitched the biggest bitch ever about me going and it was even more exacerbated by the fact that my parents had searched through my bag the previous day and found the Zeta I had wrapped up for his birthday. I remember just about every detail of the 5 days I stayed in Everett and to this day still have all the pictures on my flash drive. My hair looked soooo stupid back then :/
On June 7th, 2011, I lost my mate. A year later it still hurts like hell.
I still talk to him. I still get calls from his mom. I still tell all my friends about all the fun time we had and I still put up with them telling me how much better I am without him. A year later I still tell people I don't wanna date them because I'm not over my ex. A year later I still carry his picture in my wallet :/
Last year really sucked for me. 90% of the people in my life today don't even know the full story of why, and instead mark me off as just another kid looking to be dramatic about god only know what for who the fuck cares why.
But I didn't just lose a boyfriend :/
I lost the guy that came into my life when nobody else in it at the time really gave two shit about me. I lost the person that would stay on the phone with me until I passed out at 4am that was still there when I woke up before school. I lost the guy that drove 1000 miles through a fucking blizzard with his mom to come get me all so I could move into his house. I lost the person I could snuggle up to after those crappy nights at work or that would curl up next to me when I'd break down for whatever stupid reason. To me, I didn't have a breakup, I had a divorce. :/
Sure, my ex had flaws; I do too. But 9/10 people don't even know the guy they'd talk down about around me, and to those people, they're lucky I'm polite enough to redirect the conversation calmly. Jerin and I had our issues, but who doesn't. I didn't really care, so why should you if you think I could've done better :/
On December 19th, 2008, I threw two suitcase and some boxes in the back of a Foxbody Mustang and ditched out in the middle of the night. On May 19, 2012, I ditched out again and landed myself right back where I came from under oddly similar circumstances.
Now it's my breakup anniversary, and there's noone here that I can even hang out with to take my mind off how crappy a day this is for me :/
So just a forewarning. When all I do is spout depressing shit all day today on my Facebook and my Twitter, shut the fuck up and let me vent because it's not easy for me, yeah?
P.S. I miss you :/
On June 7th, 2011, I lost my mate. A year later it still hurts like hell.
I still talk to him. I still get calls from his mom. I still tell all my friends about all the fun time we had and I still put up with them telling me how much better I am without him. A year later I still tell people I don't wanna date them because I'm not over my ex. A year later I still carry his picture in my wallet :/
Last year really sucked for me. 90% of the people in my life today don't even know the full story of why, and instead mark me off as just another kid looking to be dramatic about god only know what for who the fuck cares why.
But I didn't just lose a boyfriend :/
I lost the guy that came into my life when nobody else in it at the time really gave two shit about me. I lost the person that would stay on the phone with me until I passed out at 4am that was still there when I woke up before school. I lost the guy that drove 1000 miles through a fucking blizzard with his mom to come get me all so I could move into his house. I lost the person I could snuggle up to after those crappy nights at work or that would curl up next to me when I'd break down for whatever stupid reason. To me, I didn't have a breakup, I had a divorce. :/
Sure, my ex had flaws; I do too. But 9/10 people don't even know the guy they'd talk down about around me, and to those people, they're lucky I'm polite enough to redirect the conversation calmly. Jerin and I had our issues, but who doesn't. I didn't really care, so why should you if you think I could've done better :/
On December 19th, 2008, I threw two suitcase and some boxes in the back of a Foxbody Mustang and ditched out in the middle of the night. On May 19, 2012, I ditched out again and landed myself right back where I came from under oddly similar circumstances.
Now it's my breakup anniversary, and there's noone here that I can even hang out with to take my mind off how crappy a day this is for me :/
So just a forewarning. When all I do is spout depressing shit all day today on my Facebook and my Twitter, shut the fuck up and let me vent because it's not easy for me, yeah?
P.S. I miss you :/

soulfox66
~soulfox66
Hm. Well I do enjoy venting every now and then. Well and the fact I read every other paragraph. Well the point being is that I do pray for my furs all the time. I do hope you get better about your days. I feel I should pay honerable respect every now and then. Good luck with the rest of your day!!!

Keirin
~keirin
.....

xCetra
~xcetra
OP
I was honestly afraid to pen the journal and see what you wrote :/

Keirin
~keirin
Well, I know I could be mean about it, but I'd like to think I've moved on.

xCetra
~xcetra
OP
This is a good thing yes?

Keirin
~keirin
Lol yeah

Nightcoon91
~nightcoon91
This honestly made me tear up... *hugs tight*