It pays off to keep your fiancee stocked up on candy…
Because when he’s gone and you’re starving in his bedroom, you can dip into his soviet stash.
I’m ridiculous.
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Sometimes, I still tumble…
I mean that in all senses. Both in the physical falling, emotional set backs, goal set backs, and hell even using tumblr. (;
To catch the few of you still following me up. I’m finally getting on track with school, doing my ECE certification, and eventually getting my Associates. I’m engaged, and actively pursuing the ability to live in the same place as him. Oh and STILL NOT PREGNANT WOOOOO!!!! I only mention that because according to a certain family member, he gives me until summer to get knocked up….not gonna happen.
I’ve missed you guys, and the ability to just pour my feelings out without worrying about being judged. In a way, I think that blogging about my internal issues with my relationship, and self in general, helps…a lot. I started getting more…angry and self loathing when I didn’t. I would often just hold it all in, until I just couldn’t find the means to hide my aggravation anymore, and just explode.
When you can express yourself, in any kind of outlet, it provides a sense of release. And when you stop caring about your audience, it becomes much more real. The realer your expression, the better you feel. I miss this. I miss being able to just say whatever it is I damn well please. So in that sense of the moment I have the following to say:
-You’re being an idiot, you need to release yourself in order to be happy, you’re not focusing on the bigger picture
-I hate that I am not the center of your focus…ever. I hate that I have to be set in these “rules” because of what you are. I know sacrifice is a big part of it, but…there’s a line, and I’ve come close to crossing it many times. But you don’t see it. Hopefully this will work out now…
-Alcohol is not a good escape. You’re slowly killing yourself, and you make yourself look desperate, stop.
-Stay the hell out of my relationship.
-I don’t miss you anymore, I don’t miss us, I don’t miss anything that has to do with you. I don’t find you attractive, I don’t have anything to say to you. I don’t forgive you on a moral level, but on a civil level. I cannot erase what you have done to me, but I can write over it with better memories. Physically I’m still reminded, but mentally, I’m free. And I accept that. Be happy, do what you want, not what you think may be right.
On that note, tumblr, don’t expect a major comeback, I’m sure I’ll put this on the backburner again. Too much going on in my life to blog. But it’s nice to know something is here when I need it. I can’t say that for everyone/thing.
It amazes me how I can be at my house in my room in my bed and still feel like I’m in a strangers house.
But I can go across the country to houses I only frequent once every two years sleep in a foreign room in someone else’s bed and still feel safe and at home.
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