Dear Diary
One of the silliest things I did back in the format of Thursday was forgetting to back up my "important" data.
I used a diary to keep track of certain things. Though it might not have been a big loss, because I noticed recently that there's been gaps of 4-5 days in between entries anyway. I started THIS diary back on new year's... to keep track of events I thought I could incorporate into my story.
Figures I'd get what I want eventually - that diary held records of the Breakup-Of-The-First-Big-Relationship. There was a lot of moping, I remember. And there was a lot of desperation, and pleading, and hope. A lot of drama that I can use in the story realistically - because experience is the best story teller. Experience is no teacher. But she's awfully fun to listen to.
For some reason, as soon as I unconsciously got rid of the diary by formatting my drive, I felt like I had finally let go. Sure, my relationship was important. It taught me that there was someone out there that could love me unconditionally. That I could love unconditionally. But things were awkward mentally, geographically, and verbally (on BOTH sides). And now for me, that's okay. Things didn't work out, and that's okay.
I'm better than I was before. Not just because of the relationship, but because it ended, too.
I used a diary to keep track of certain things. Though it might not have been a big loss, because I noticed recently that there's been gaps of 4-5 days in between entries anyway. I started THIS diary back on new year's... to keep track of events I thought I could incorporate into my story.
Figures I'd get what I want eventually - that diary held records of the Breakup-Of-The-First-Big-Relationship. There was a lot of moping, I remember. And there was a lot of desperation, and pleading, and hope. A lot of drama that I can use in the story realistically - because experience is the best story teller. Experience is no teacher. But she's awfully fun to listen to.
For some reason, as soon as I unconsciously got rid of the diary by formatting my drive, I felt like I had finally let go. Sure, my relationship was important. It taught me that there was someone out there that could love me unconditionally. That I could love unconditionally. But things were awkward mentally, geographically, and verbally (on BOTH sides). And now for me, that's okay. Things didn't work out, and that's okay.
I'm better than I was before. Not just because of the relationship, but because it ended, too.