the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out...
(yeah, we're actually friends. ;D I got a hug and an "OMG YOU MADE IT!" from her after the show)
This picture has spawned enough comments on facebook to make me realize that I am either one fucking lucky kid, or I'm living in this alternate universe, where things are going too great to be real.
I don't know how else to talk about life on this LJ anymore. Or maybe my brain is too wired and too busy soaking up life this year, that I just don't have the time to sit down and properly update. In the midst of juggling school, work and independent living, I'm carving out a new me and I like it. There are people who will always complain that I've got too much negativity and maybe back then, I'd bitch right back and tell them that they're one to talk. These days, I'll just roll my eyes and shake my head while I turn my back to them. People who take the time to bitch about other people in an effort to cover up their own shortcomings just aren't worth the energy. Those closest to me know how I roll and that's all that matters.
I have tried to come back again and again to this account, just so I can get my thoughts out and maybe re-organize the current mess that is my brain. But I've realized that life is just as messy as it can get, and sometimes, you just do what you have to do.
I can't count the many times I've fallen and picked myself up in the three years living on the East Coast. I'm well aware that this won't ever stop. There will be days where I'm cruising just fine and then I suddenly get the rug pulled out from under me. The bruises will hurt, definitely, but I know I can stand up.
So what have I done while away from here?
I have...
Gotten a job someplace prestigious. Become completely independent. Realized that the stress from juggling work and school is always worth it when you're pursuing what you love. Met new people. Experienced, once again, the giddiness of having a crush. Reconnected with childhood friends and discovered just how amazing they've turned out to be. Slowly come to terms with what could be the beginning of an interesting relationship (or as much as we both can allow at this point, because we like dancing around each other in circles). Moved on.
There we go. It can be said. I've moved on from the hurt of old loves, and except for some remaining scars left by people in my past, I've accepted that you can't expect to get closure with everybody.
So it's hello and goodbye to a lot of things.
But mostly, it's hello.