Ok. So under day 3, after “YESSSSSSSSSSSS”, I wrote like a whole friggin page about mii trip and where I was staying, and how lovely crap was. I just noticed, ITS NOT THERE! wth. ugh. anyhoo. so just to very briefly recap:
I’m in Maryland.
11 hour drive.
Spent a ridiculous hour and a half in Burlington when I could have done that at home. ugh.
Spent a WONDERFUL day in Annapolis. Loved it. I repeat, LOVED IT. Must go back…
Now,day 4:
And might I just add, that souvenirs are just pointless crap that no one really needs nor wants. Like, I wanna bring u back something buttttttttt, moods rings, key chains, and shot glasses with corny sayings???? And saying “it’s the thought that counts” after u look at me stupid for handing u corn needless crap… yea, I don’t think that’ll fly this time. lol.
So… it’s been a long time. I will say that I definitely neglect Tumblr. But I’ve finished school and I’m vacation, so I think I finally have time for stuff like this, lol. So let me officially start by saying….
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Case of the ex. Should his things stay or should they go.
That pretty little bracelet. It came in a box without a bow.
It’s broken now. But I still keep it tucked away.
I’ll get it fixed. Eventually. Possibly. One day.
The roses. They were gorgeous. I left them at his place.
But lets say I didn’t. Would they be pressed and in a case?
Pretty little bath things. They were pink. “Soul mate”.
Now sits in the back of mii closet. In a pretty little pink crate.
And then there was the journal. He thought he knew me so well.
But then again, maybe he did. That one made for an easy sell.
And lets not forget the gift, that I never even received.
I’m sure he thinks I forgot, but that thought was not relieved.
Those bloody white pants… I must say that was a surprise.
I guess he did it to see that happy sparkle in mii eyes.
Oh how I love those shorts. They’ve become irreplaceable.
But damn those beautiful shorts. They make the memories inerasable.
The bracelet, it could fall in the ocean. The bubble bath dry up from heat.
The journal could burn in a fire. And that one gift I care less to meet.
But the shorts. They can stay. Really, I still love them.
But in time, I’ll let them go. And in the process be over him.
Not alot. Just enough. I’m not an alcoholic or anything. But I suddenly feel as if I could conquer the world. Btw, bacardi n cream soda = winning.
Like, mii motor skills, honestly, they get better. I swear. But after drink number 3, I don’t really, think, that’s the case anymore. lol.
But anyhoo. I am celebrating. 100% on mii first floor test. I friggin rocked it. I’m tired and mii back hurts cuz it took FOREVER. But regardless of that, I’m so friggin happy. I was so nervous and anxious this morning. And for what?!? Little did I know this morning, that I’m actually amazing. Fo realz. I don’t want to get all cocky, but I will be in confidence mode all week. Heckz yea. It’s official. I rock.
Hehehe….
THEY ARE CRAZII! Straight up. I’ve known it all along but more recently I’ve been experiencing it. I mean, I’m a female too, but I don’t express mii crazii. I keep it under wraps. As should alot of these gurls. But then again. Thanks for the heads up. I’ll know to stay clear of you.
“For all U single ladies who are in such a hurry to get married, here’s a quick piece of Biblical advice: Ruth patiently waited for her mate Boaz. While waiting on YOUR Boaz, don’t settle for ANY of his relatives: Brokeaz, Poaz, Lyinaz, Cheatinaz, Dumbaz, Cheapaz, Lockedupaz, Goodfornothinaz, Lazyaz or Marriedaz & especially his third cousin Beatinyoaz. Please, wait on your Boaz & make sure he respect yoaz!!” - Sarita Scott
Thank you! lol.
At first I found it sad that I didnt write anymore and kind of left mii poetry behind. But then I remembered that I onlii wrote when I was depressed. So maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that I’d let it go. I can say that mii life’s been in a better place for a while. But recently I’ve found miiself wanting to write, but forcing miiself not too. I hate being so close to mii emotions, having to deal with it all. But then I guess it just gets all bottled up and I release it in…. not the nicest way. lol. So back to mii writing and mii poetry I shall go. And I’ll start by saying this:
I hate being depressed!
I actually lost mii apeptite for two whole days. ME! ERIN! LOST HER APETITE! It was crazii… I was so sick. I honeslty didn’t want to do a thing. But mii friend Sarah kinda kidnapped me yesterday and took me to look at puppies. lol. Love that girl =) But anyways, I woke up this morning like, what the heck is happening to me?! Were mii feelings hurt? Very much so, yes. It’s natural for me to be sad. But this is ridiculous! And so I decided I was tired of being depressed. I have too much going on for me right now to sit around beig sick and unsuccessful. I’m smart, I’m beautiful, I’m a sweet girl, sometimes maybe too sweet and mii heart pays for that at times. But I’m also a strong woman, on the verge of pursuing the career of mii dreams, and I got things to do and business to handle.
There were times when I’d spend months crying over a man. More like boy once I think about it… But you know what, every time I get screwed over, the easier it is to get over it. It shouldn’t suprise me that this happens anymore. It really shouldnt. What sucks tho is that whenever it happens, it makes it way harder for another man to reach mii heart. And how will I kno when he’s the real deal? Whether he wants to be just friends or more than that… who knows. I have trust issues. And for good reasons. Having ur heart broken really sucks.
