As it turns out, I wasn't.
The world cracked open wide around 10:00 this morning.
And at about 12:00, it's slowly pulling itself back together.
I've been alone for a very long time; I've become very good at being alone. I expect I'll be good at being alone once more. I think I'll be okay. I had good love once, even though it's gone now, and I'll have to just hold on to that through this.
Sire still loves me, my good friends still love me, and they're the only ones who matter. So when school is out, I'll go back to Florida and be closer to those people.
What bothers me most is having to tell my family. I feel ashamed, for some reason. Like, "Oh well, you know... that's Ashley, she never could hold onto anyone long." It's true though. I can't. People just don't like me, not in the long term. I don't have those qualities that hold people's interest for extended periods of time.
Fuck it, though, man. Do you know what was just added to Netflix? THE FACULTY! Only the single best horror movie ever, and Josh Hartnett, omg, --the only sexier character he ever played was Iago, --and Shakespeare has never had more justice done to his work. Plus, I'm caught up with school, and that's a whole other ordeal, but it mostly worked out for the best.
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