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So I just looked through pictures from Davin's wedding...I'm going through one of those divided moments. I'm incredibly proud of and happy for the guy and at the same time it makes me sad. It's not like I still like him that way but it bothers me that we've lost touch and I couldn't even congratulate him. After all, this is the guy I liked for 7 years and in the last couple years, of the 7, I accepted the impossibility (is that a word?) of it and just decided to keep watch over him like an older sister might. I guess that sounds fucking weird, but it's the only way I can explain it.
So here I am at 22 with 6 months to go before my 23rd birthday. When I was little I used to think I'd be married/getting married or at least in a long term relationship by the time I hit 23. The only serious relationship I have is the one with alcohol and music, lol. I'm feeling a little lost these days for this reason and I realize I'm letting it bother me much more that I should. Married women keep telling me that it doesn't get any better and that I should just enjoy being young and shit. Maybe they're right but I can't help letting the loneliness bother me.
Fuck I hate being alone.
So here I am at 22 with 6 months to go before my 23rd birthday. When I was little I used to think I'd be married/getting married or at least in a long term relationship by the time I hit 23. The only serious relationship I have is the one with alcohol and music, lol. I'm feeling a little lost these days for this reason and I realize I'm letting it bother me much more that I should. Married women keep telling me that it doesn't get any better and that I should just enjoy being young and shit. Maybe they're right but I can't help letting the loneliness bother me.
Fuck I hate being alone.