ActionsReport violationI'd be lying if I told you losing you was something I could handleam 08/23/09 11:59 pmWow I have a lot of updating to do. So much has changed since the last entry...not all of it is entirely good, either. We'll start with the simple things: my summer job is wrapping up so I'm looking for a school year but, so far, no luck...my internship is done which is sad but kind of relaxing too as I now have time to breathe...and I move back to campus on Saturday and definitely still have a TON of packing to do because I hate packing so I keep putting it off.
Now for the not so simple. I know this will sound completely out of nowhere but Frank and I broke up....it was my idea. I don't quite know how to put it. For a little while I've been feeling like something just wasn't quite right. I couldn't really place my finger on it but it felt like something was missing, like my heart wasn't fully in it. Then along came one of my guy friends, who's been my friend for awhile now. We started talking a bit more and it came out that he was a little interested in me. He knew I had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend so I figured it was harmless and we decided to hang out. Well, I guess it wasn't so harmless. We hung out and had a great time together. He had me smiling and laughing constantly and it felt like whatever was missing with Frank and my relationship was found with my friend. Before I knew it, he was telling me about how he felt the same way with his girlfriend; he knew it wasn't working but just didn't know what to do. I couldn't explain it but it was like he was completing that void for me. I also began to realize that I was terrified about Frank going away to the Air Force and I didn't want to be forced to move away from here and try to find a career where he was. I wanted to have the freedom to do whatever I wanted wherever I wanted, not be trapped at an Air Force base. All this combined equalled a ton of panic and I found myself starting to lean more and more toward my friend and less and less toward Frank. So, finally, I knew I had to make a choice...I chose my friend. The pain is overwhelming. I really think Cory (my friend) is a great guy and he makes me so happy but I miss Frank and I hate knowing how much I tore his world apart. He and I still talk a little so I'm reminded every day of how destroyed he is. I broke his heart into a million tiny pieces and I can't really put it back together. It hurts me so much to know how much he's suffering. But, at the same time, I can't seem to convince myself to walk away from Cory and get back with Frank because I know I'd still be trapped in that Air Force life and the bigger issues of whatever was making me feel like my heart wasn't in it would still be there. But it's like my whole being wants to deny that he isn't the one. I hate this so much and I really don't know what to do. I just want the pain to stop. My heart chose Cory so why am I hurting so much over Frank? ![]() my current favorite picture of me ![]() riding a giant inflatable lizard at my internship lol ![]() the summer 2009 interns ![]() meeting Thriving Ivory ![]() meeting Sean Kingston ![]() meeting Jesse James ![]() meeting Boys Like Girls ![]() meeting Flo Rida (who I also drove to the airport at 4am that night) ![]() this would be Cory...dying from a 2000 piece puzzle we were trying to do ![]() me dead from the same puzzle ![]() Cory and I ![]() what do you think? responders essencexofxtear, popluver, Sugar_xxx, x_anyotherway_x
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