For the record, at least someone is doing something, going somewhere...even if prayers escape us both, I'm still proud of you, and that means something to me.
Also for the record. Tony was hugging me on my bed. We were not "having sex". My parents need to teach Becca about sex.
However, this does not neccasarily mean we are not having sex...as a matter of fact, we have continued to have sex ever since we broke up. It doesn't really bother me at all. I've been depressed about other things in my life...It's nice to have some company.
Joyce says our college offers ten free counseling sessions. I need to email her and get the phone number. I feel that I've pulled through the worst mostly on my own, now I just need to hear myself say it all out loud, and someone to go to for advice that I can't seem to get anywhere else ("So Tony, today I feel that you are an insensitive, arrogant, cheuvinistic asshole, What should I do?" this is especially bad because the next day I could take all of that back and be like, actually, you're a loving, caring angel, what would I ever do without you?). Since I'm studying psycology, I think I understand how this woman will operate better.
So here I am. I turn 22 on the 15th. Maybe Patrick and Alyssa will help me celebrate or something. *shrugs* All I know is I wanna do something. I've never not celebrated my birthday in some way. I feel I may be depressed and lonely on that day, just because of the breakup...To be honest, I've felt that way a lot anyway...
Meh. At least I can write again.
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And write you shall, dear friend; write you shall.
I laugh at the comment of Becca and sex. I can see it all now.
Although having sex with an ex is nothing short of not breaking up with him, so I do hope you'll be careful, because it's just... weird.
Thanks for the love on my goals. Who knows what will happen, but I hope it's something good. I wish I could be there on your birthday. Happy Birthday. Happy Birthday.
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