The last thing I wrote about my pathetic amobea-like existance was a small entry containing my excitement to see a girl I met through school. I spent a few days at her house.
It was amazing. Everything was amazing. But we just didn't connect the way I wanted to. She..among several others. Were really just after my ass. Sad but true.
Maybe I'm just not seeing her affection. Or maybe I just like being loved tenderly. We are still friends, months later. We've seen eachother a few precious times.
Along with everything else though, she and that experience are part of my life that was in washington. I do not live there anymore. I moved to Denver, Colorado. A very big, but very overdo change in my life.
I'm leaving behind all my relationship nightmares. All my history. I'm just me, all alone. Writing a pointless, and rather meaningless journal entry about how much of an ass I can be.
She stopped by my house the day I left, and I couldn't even be sentimental, or say anything worth hearing. Except "OMFG I HAVE TO PACK SHIT!"
Because, her blog says, that's pretty much how I was. Sadly. Although aside from my boyfriend of two years, and my dad-I should call him. Really miss my anti-social antics, and psychoticness.
Here's her blog. Sadly, most of her entries are about me..Something I didn't expect. I suppose that's where me being an ass comes in. She really digged me. Who knows if it was for good reasons.
I hope I left my ass behind! Hah. Right.
Speaking of my new life, I'm going to be looking for a job here soon, and maybe going to East High. Hah. Highschool? Me? Yeah, No. Haha.