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Life lately has been hectic. These past five months have been a new life to me. My longterm/live in boyfriend and I broke up and are currently attempting to keep up a friendship. My best friend and I are in the process of moving. My finances have been tight due to my attempt to focus more solely on school. But I always find the time to take the edge off the chaos. I haven't wanted a relationship with anyone; its my time in life to be single. But I still have someone who comes around and makes it all worthwhile. Last night was different though; there have been two people who have recently given me reason to stop turning everyone down, and while i haven't let anything happen, they have still shaken my views. Last night I sat in the most comfortable bed as everyone around me passed around a bong. Its been the first time I've been around weed in months, and I have come to realize that I have no interest in it. But his dimples were so deep, and his eyes were so sweet, I didn't want to leave the room. But when it was just the two of us, I panicked. I loosened his grip, I resisted his lips, and I left. It seems to be what I'm best at lately; just leaving. Theres only one person I don't mind staying for; waking up in his arms this afternoon is something I'll never regret.
Ex-girlfriends of guys I dont even have interest in are still a problem. I'm not sure why insanity is so attracted to me, but I can never fully fend it off. My phone has recently been blown up with text messages and voicemails from some crazy girl who doesn't seem to be aware that I haven't talked to her love interest in months. One night she'll be begging me not to break his heart, and the next night she'll be accusing me of things I can't even fathom to understand. As entertaining as all of this is, I'm going to be infuriated if I have to change my phone number over crazy broads again.
As always, I use this journal for experience and memories. My creativity is written elsewhere.
Ex-girlfriends of guys I dont even have interest in are still a problem. I'm not sure why insanity is so attracted to me, but I can never fully fend it off. My phone has recently been blown up with text messages and voicemails from some crazy girl who doesn't seem to be aware that I haven't talked to her love interest in months. One night she'll be begging me not to break his heart, and the next night she'll be accusing me of things I can't even fathom to understand. As entertaining as all of this is, I'm going to be infuriated if I have to change my phone number over crazy broads again.
As always, I use this journal for experience and memories. My creativity is written elsewhere.