Haven’t seen you for two months. For some reason, it’s shocking. But the time has flown by, and I am so happy with how everything is. You completed me, and that’s why we can’t be together. I need to be complete all by myself.
My books need to get here freaking ASAP. For the next 8 days, I am solely committed to dance. Then I will take a nice break from everyone here in Oregon, and get myself back together. For real. Staaaaatteeeeeee, I am so ready for you.
Plans: unpack, shower, homework homework homework, open up a journal, start fresh.
Tis incredible how much I have realized within these past 7 days.
Realizing so much. I’ve honestly never been this happy before. Genuinely happy.
Staring out at the winter wonderland, chillin in my sweats, with indietronic in my ears. Happy, happy, happy.
Growing up. Turning things around.
Breakups are so messy. Getting my hw done and going to BED. I don’t need this crap dragging me down.
California, take me away right now. I don’t know if I can wait 4 weeks.
My dad compared my ex to Taylor Swift. That made my day.