laingrata

Blah. I miss my boyfriend. I miss a lot of people. I miss a lot of things. Yea, there's a whole part of me missing. It's been missing for a while. It's been a year now since I moved to Florida from Chicago. A fucking year. You'd think I'd adjust and be ok now. But I'm really not. I just feel so alone here, most of the time. It's my own fault I guess.

I'm always too stubborn to let go. Even when I'm being let go of, I stay.

I stay because I believe it's for the best. But who knows. I don't. I'm tired of not knowing. Ah fuck. What the hell am I ranting about? It feels like forever since I last vented about anything. Now that I finally am, everything in my head seems to be jumbled up and it all doesn't make any sense. There's is too much. Too much I have to deal with emotionally and mentally. I should start writing again. No ones going to listen, and I don't need to cry to someone else. There's too much sadness in the world as it is.

I need some damn change. I want to do something. This whole past year I feel like I haven't done a thing. Haven't learned. Haven't seen. Haven't lived. and I'm tired. I don't want to lose anymore time. heh, wtf?

Eh, I doubt anyone reads this crap so it doesn't matter if it makes any sense.



That's it. Thank you.