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This has been the most stressful crazy week I've had in awhile. Thank God for it. I'm okay and that's a good thing. I learned a few things even.
1) Of course I still love him. As soon as I saw him walking toward the baggage claim, it all came flooding back and I knew that no matter how much time goes by we will always be connected.
2) When someone fucks you over and then asks you not to tell anyone, it's really hard to keep your mouth shut. (I really hope people don't think I'm pulling the flaky sponsor shit out of my ass.)
3) For anything beyond the common sniffles it is utterly ridiculous to trust the UH Health Clinic. When you have a recurring pain in your knee, for instance, and they insist on telling you that because it's not swollen it must be fine, try getting a second opinion. It could be ripped cartilage requiring surgery.
4) There are all kinds of people and with the proper motivation and a strong enough will there is almost an infinite capacity to change and grow. That being said, some people will always be crazy in that not so nice way. And again I ask myself, if you knew she was a psycho stalker back in the day...
5) Some people are just not trustworthy, and when you get a bad vibe from them, sometimes it's for a reason. I have a nasty habit of ignoring that feeling because I get the sneaking suspicion that I give it to other people and for every person who shakes it off and gets to know me anyway, I am eternally grateful. Still, it doesn't hurt to be a little wary from time to time, especially when your spidey-sense is tingling.
6) For all my bravado, I'm more likely than other people to underestimate myself. This week, with all the drama and the panic attacks and the bullshit and the begging, I'm the only one who doubted me.
7) I am incredibly blessed. Things are still up in the air, and by this time tomorrow if I haven't pulled at least $1K out of my ass then we're pretty screwed, but you know what? I'm going to be fine either way. I have people whom I love and who love me and when all this bullshit is over, we're fucking going on Spring Break.
1) Of course I still love him. As soon as I saw him walking toward the baggage claim, it all came flooding back and I knew that no matter how much time goes by we will always be connected.
2) When someone fucks you over and then asks you not to tell anyone, it's really hard to keep your mouth shut. (I really hope people don't think I'm pulling the flaky sponsor shit out of my ass.)
3) For anything beyond the common sniffles it is utterly ridiculous to trust the UH Health Clinic. When you have a recurring pain in your knee, for instance, and they insist on telling you that because it's not swollen it must be fine, try getting a second opinion. It could be ripped cartilage requiring surgery.
4) There are all kinds of people and with the proper motivation and a strong enough will there is almost an infinite capacity to change and grow. That being said, some people will always be crazy in that not so nice way. And again I ask myself, if you knew she was a psycho stalker back in the day...
5) Some people are just not trustworthy, and when you get a bad vibe from them, sometimes it's for a reason. I have a nasty habit of ignoring that feeling because I get the sneaking suspicion that I give it to other people and for every person who shakes it off and gets to know me anyway, I am eternally grateful. Still, it doesn't hurt to be a little wary from time to time, especially when your spidey-sense is tingling.
6) For all my bravado, I'm more likely than other people to underestimate myself. This week, with all the drama and the panic attacks and the bullshit and the begging, I'm the only one who doubted me.
7) I am incredibly blessed. Things are still up in the air, and by this time tomorrow if I haven't pulled at least $1K out of my ass then we're pretty screwed, but you know what? I'm going to be fine either way. I have people whom I love and who love me and when all this bullshit is over, we're fucking going on Spring Break.