So, my mom and I have finally hit the point where we can't live together anymore.... And, now, I am moving out. I just can't do it anymore. Just seeing her face makes me want to put it through a wall. I can't do this anymore. I will be leaving behind my awesome job and some cool people, but I've gotta do this. I will go nuts if I don't.
So, I will keep everyone updated as things progress.
then, I get knocked on my ass. It just came out of nowhere. I know once you've broken up with someone, you don't get a say in their life anymore... but does that mean they also stop thinking about how something may hurt you? I had finally gotten used to the idea of Nick and I no longer being together. I had even worked up the courage to ask a guy out and go on my first date in almost 3 years... but now, I feel like I have taken 10 massive steps back. Why am I letting him and his actions get to me. He lives 3000 miles away for fuck sake. I should be happy that he's happy... but, I'm not. I don't want to hear about it... I don't want to see it broadcasted everywhere. I know that is selfish... but it's how I feel. Sigh... I just want to stop crying.