Let go, let go, let go.
Three months. That's the longest I've gone between serious relationships. Three months.
In three months, I let go of a relationship I'd been in for two years. I tested the waters for a long distance relationship. I changed my mind. I "fell in love" with someone else.
That relationship failed. I lost the friendship of the one I changed my mind about. I let go of the other. Within two months I was dating someone else. That lasted just over a year. After that, I was dating someone else within two months.
All my break-ups have at least partially been the result of someone "better" coming along. That scares me. A lot.
Looking back, considering, all of the break-ups would have happened anyway. The relationships were failing. It wasn't that I decided to call it quits and try on a different pair of pants, per se. But I still worry. I don't want to keep up that cycle.
It's so easy to be depressed. I don't know when I decided not to go that route. I don't really get depressed any more. Even in situations like this, where I'm lonely and scared and regretting all the mistakes I've made in the past. I definitely made some horrible decisions. I just hope everything works out alright in the end.
I really, really need a hug.
Unrelated: Fun party at Ryan's last night. Lots of games, lots of alcohol, lots of laughs.
In three months, I let go of a relationship I'd been in for two years. I tested the waters for a long distance relationship. I changed my mind. I "fell in love" with someone else.
That relationship failed. I lost the friendship of the one I changed my mind about. I let go of the other. Within two months I was dating someone else. That lasted just over a year. After that, I was dating someone else within two months.
All my break-ups have at least partially been the result of someone "better" coming along. That scares me. A lot.
Looking back, considering, all of the break-ups would have happened anyway. The relationships were failing. It wasn't that I decided to call it quits and try on a different pair of pants, per se. But I still worry. I don't want to keep up that cycle.
It's so easy to be depressed. I don't know when I decided not to go that route. I don't really get depressed any more. Even in situations like this, where I'm lonely and scared and regretting all the mistakes I've made in the past. I definitely made some horrible decisions. I just hope everything works out alright in the end.
I really, really need a hug.
Unrelated: Fun party at Ryan's last night. Lots of games, lots of alcohol, lots of laughs.