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since my last entry, life has been a blur.
about a month after, i fell in love.
everything in life was perfect, and it still is.
im now single, attending clayton valley high school, working, and figuring out my life.
im still seeing this amazing person, without the ties and commitment of a relationship.
ive grown into such a better person its hard to think back on all the pain these entries remind me of. its silly to think that after all those boys ive wanted to end it all, thinking they were the one, but each time i fall in love it gets better and better. i feel as though ive given every piece of my heart to someone, only to have it given back mangled, and stale, and a portion left behind with them... but i come out wiser and older and ready for the next step in life.
i feel a constant twinge of butterflies in my stomach, a little nausea, a little pain. and im sitting here wondering if theres something growing inside of me. im wondering if someone is in there... what to do with "it"? why does every girl secretly looooveeee the idea of being a mommy?
i suppose i should start writing in this again. its soothing... and slightly awkward. hehe
about a month after, i fell in love.
everything in life was perfect, and it still is.
im now single, attending clayton valley high school, working, and figuring out my life.
im still seeing this amazing person, without the ties and commitment of a relationship.
ive grown into such a better person its hard to think back on all the pain these entries remind me of. its silly to think that after all those boys ive wanted to end it all, thinking they were the one, but each time i fall in love it gets better and better. i feel as though ive given every piece of my heart to someone, only to have it given back mangled, and stale, and a portion left behind with them... but i come out wiser and older and ready for the next step in life.
i feel a constant twinge of butterflies in my stomach, a little nausea, a little pain. and im sitting here wondering if theres something growing inside of me. im wondering if someone is in there... what to do with "it"? why does every girl secretly looooveeee the idea of being a mommy?
i suppose i should start writing in this again. its soothing... and slightly awkward. hehe