Are you ashamed to say what you want to tell me you want to.

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Summer is just about over. Tuesday is my last day at work, which is nice because my sister starts school on Wednesday, which means I have a week and a half by myself to do as I please. Ryan asked me how I would rate my summer and I had to say probably a 3. Which doesn’t sound very good at all. But my summer consisted of working, stress, moving, and a bit of heartbreak and drama. Don’t let me mislead you though; I did have fun sprinkled here and there. And I went to the beach, which wasn’t as fun as I had expected but all right nonetheless. I cannot wait to move out and I keep saying it and will continue until after it happens then I will rave about how I love being off on my own. I know I messed up a lot of things this summer and I know it. Particularly dealing with the situation with Ryan and Ryan himself. I just hope things mend themselves and everything will be better between us. I know I’m going to miss him. I’m going to miss a lot of people. They aren’t going to be a mere 15 minutes away. Jenny is going to be 2 hours away! Ouch. And I hadn’t realized it until recently when it hit me that a lot of people aren’t going to be available to receive a phone call to meet me at AMC or Sean’s. I’m so scared that some people I used to be close to… I’m just not going to see or perhaps talk to again. Nonetheless I believe the change in scenery is going to be great for a lot of people, including myself. Things have also been up and down with Travis. But they are currently up and I hope they decide to stay that way for a bit longer because I am enjoying it. I worry about what may happen once school starts but it hasn’t started yet. He and I are in different stages in our lives. He is done going out and partying and I have a feeling I’m just about to start. We broke up and are still technically without titles but he changed what I needed to be changed and it was far too unfair of me to consider not giving him another chance. I love him.
Anyhow. That is my reflection-of-the-summer entry. And I will end it with something I made point to not do in case I forgot once. But I am going to wish a Mister Christophe Laurenceau a Happy Birthday because the fuckface is 20 years old tomorrow. Here’s to our third birthday celebration together for you. =)