Today is Vincent's 18th birthday. This means I've known him for two birthdays. I met him when I was 16, just right before my 17th birthday. He still means a great deal to me..though we're both in different places in our life now. Things have been surprisingly great between he and I. We're good at being friends and things feel oddly the same when we were together..but obviously we're not. He's with his girlfriend and I'm so happy that he's happy.
Oh, Blog, you weren't informed that I HAD a boyfriend. Yeah. I was with him for two months before he decides I am not good enough anymore. But it's okay because I honestly didn't care that much for him. Well, I did. I did like him and we had some really great times. He and I just weren't meant to be. I could've told you that from the beginning. So why did I hold on? I guess I just needed to fill a hole that was left gaping from when Vincent hurt me. But...that's not fair. And to be honest, I think he (the guy I was with) was doing the same damn thing. We took each other's energy..but once he had enough, he let me go. You would think I would've been a mess when he broke up with me. Sure, I cried a little. But it's no comparison to when Vincent broke up with me. I cried constantly, for months on end.
Things are good though. School is...alright. I don't even know what I want anymore. I have a test in Cultural Anthropology at 11. Unprepared as fuck but..that's life. I'm not prepared for anything whatsoever.
Also, ha, it's funny because the guy I was with broke up with me this past Monday...and I went on a date that Friday with another guy. I felt like such a slut but all my friends reassured me that I "got it." Yeah, I do got it. And the guy I went on the date with is really nice. He seems like a real sweetheart. But I'm still skeptical. So hopefully a second date is in order. Then again, who knows with my luck.
But--Happy Birthday, Vincent. I miss you, and have a wonderful day.
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