What the...
Wow...I'm on again. Weird. This is the first I'm posting an entry since....May of 2007? Inconcieveable! No really. I was tired of the online posting and wanted to try my hand at journal writing once more. It went smoothly. At first. Then down hill as life continued to throw hard ball after hard ball. But, I'm here. In the flesh...or pixelated text.
Things have changed since May of 2007. I've gained new friends. Kept my old ones as close as possible. I have a boyfriend. The best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He loves me. He genuinely loves me. And I love him back. I just want him to be happy. I find it funny that over a year ago I wanted my space and I wanted to be alone. There was contentment in it. Now I can't even sleep by myself for one night. He's changed me for the better. And I like it.
I'm also one parent short. That's not a nice way to say it. Maybe mom would've laughed at that. Come Friday It'll be a month. A whole month. Doesn't feel like a month. Feels like yesterday, but also an eternity ago. It's a day by day basis now. Some days I don't think much about it (like today) and others I go to call her on my phone and break down when I don't see her number in my contact's list (Saturday).
I can hear a tow truck outside Kevin's window. That's my boyfriend for anyone who didn't know that. Some poor bastard is having his car towed.
I think this is enough for one night. Don't want to overdue myself.
Buona notte principessa.
Things have changed since May of 2007. I've gained new friends. Kept my old ones as close as possible. I have a boyfriend. The best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He loves me. He genuinely loves me. And I love him back. I just want him to be happy. I find it funny that over a year ago I wanted my space and I wanted to be alone. There was contentment in it. Now I can't even sleep by myself for one night. He's changed me for the better. And I like it.
I'm also one parent short. That's not a nice way to say it. Maybe mom would've laughed at that. Come Friday It'll be a month. A whole month. Doesn't feel like a month. Feels like yesterday, but also an eternity ago. It's a day by day basis now. Some days I don't think much about it (like today) and others I go to call her on my phone and break down when I don't see her number in my contact's list (Saturday).
I can hear a tow truck outside Kevin's window. That's my boyfriend for anyone who didn't know that. Some poor bastard is having his car towed.
I think this is enough for one night. Don't want to overdue myself.
Buona notte principessa.