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| I just blew my nose into a towel because I was too lazy to get some tissue. Uhhhh?   
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| So, I know I am not alone in this conundrum (or hoping). I'll set up the scenario.
You have just eaten a huge meal at a friend's house, and your intestines are working overtime in crisis management for all of the carbs you decide to gluttonously consume. And then it hits you all at once: you're going to have to poo in public at your friend's house. Hopefully, you are not the only guest in attendance, so your absence goes unnoticed.
As you do your business and get the job done, you feel so much better. You're in the clear, because you checked out the water pressure of the toilet in question by completing a pre-poo flushing assessment. It's the worst feeling ever when you just emptied your guts via monster dump, and the blasted toilet can't even complete its unworthy task of getting rid of your excrement, so no matter what, DON'T SKIP THE PPFA (see above).
You sigh in relief. You feel so content! "What a great meal!" you say to yourself. But then....
You look at the toilet, and there is evidence of your epic colon cleanse.
It's okay, right? You flush again. And again. AND AGAIN. You're now sweating in the bathroom because no one can know what you just did in here! You were sure to flush immediately so the smell cannot incriminate you, but now what?!?!?
Would you
A). Put your hand in the toilet bowl to clean away any evidence you left
B). Keep flushing and hope for the best
C). Exit like nothing happened. No sweat off your back, everyone poos! At least you attempted flushing at all.
D). Escape through the window and cease the friendship
Hope I'm not alone in experiencing this :)
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| It's a waste of time and energy to rip yourself apart over something you no longer have the power to change.
I need to be strong and move on.
Why do I need to follow around someone who is so completely mentally degrading like that? I am better than that. You did your time, so now it's time to press on.
Who cares about a future with a jackass like that? To have someone tell you that you are not sexually arousing because of your weight needs to be slapped.
And that kind of turn around rate? Don't even get me started.
Sure, you spent lots of money on him and invested emotionally, but he surely didn't if he can go after the next hot thing one week after your last encounter. DELETE HIM FROM YOUR LIFE.
MOVE THE FUCK ON. He's not worth it, and you will be happier once these needy emotions dissipate.
Let go. Understand that there is no benefit in holding on to heartache, regret, and hatred toward another person. Realize that although it is over, your relationship with that person was unique and special in a lot of ways. You can congratulate yourself for being brave enough to take a risk and fall in love, and encourage your heart that even though love didn't work out this time, there will be a next time.
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| Tonight, I had a heated discussion with my ex-boyfriend. I guess discussions can be heated in the grueling aftermath of a break up that is not mutual. Or any break up for that matter.
In it, he said that I am not trusting, which is true, and that I ask him the same questions over and over, which is also true. I kept asking him what his reasons were for breaking up with me, and he basically said it was because he didn't want to pursue a long distance relationship. Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all, but why did he want to "give it a try" before I moved an additional hour away (2 total, big freakin' whoop in the terms of long distance)?
He said that we get really angry and have arguments, a lot, which is true, and that he didn't want the extra added stress. He said I didn't trust him in some ways, which is also true, and that I did not accept him, anyway, that's another story for another day.
About what he said, he said that I continually ask him the same questions. I've realized I do this with a lot of people, expecting different answers or something. Sometimes, when I keep asking, I eventually do get different answers, like tonight, because I knew he wasn't admitting to something.
This flaw of mine got me in trouble at the job that I had for six days. I asked the girl that was training me, apparently three times, why we couldn't do something. Apparently, it really fucked her day up because the next day she bitched me the hell out, along with another coworker of mine. She said I didn't listen. I guess I can sort of understand where she was coming from, I did ask her three times about something, but I was training. She didn't have to be so bitchy and raise her voice and shit.
So, in conclusion (yay shitty essays), break ups really really suck, and I should learn not to ask questions expecting different answers. It can be really annoying, and it doesn't ever turn out great.
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| It has been 8 months since I have written a post. A lot has happened since then, yet little has happened as well. I embraced the single life, and it was incredibly fun. I learned that I can stand on my own two feet, confidently. I gave up my first love in favor of peace of mind. It was a good choice.
This year has been incredible. I have gotten so much closer to Ian, and I have seen Lauren walk out of my life. I'm not disappointed by either development.
I've been in a relationship for almost 3 months with a Statesboro local (haha), Jonathan; it is new and refreshing.
Now, I'm about to graduate college, and I can't freaking believe it. This change in my life comes none too soon, I have TERRIBLE senioritis, and this semester is the worst I have done in a while. Was it worth it? Yes. These two semesters have been incredible.
The "real-world" looms ahead, and I do not feel prepared for it. It comes whether I want it to or not. It's better to look upon it with a positive outlook, though, and I will try.
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