Gonna go chill with Aaron (after cleaning up my room :-P) and after that who knows. Talking to Olivia right now. I love that girl. I'm thinking I should eat something... food sounds good. Yesterday Olivia and I were talking about love stories. She's a romantic. I'm not. But I'll tell you one thing: for someone who's not a romantic, I get my heart broken a lot.
Back when Riley and I were close, he told me that I was a romantic. I believed him. I don't now. I sometimes wish things were the way they were before. Fall of 2010 was the happiest time of my life. I was doing well in school, I was in love with Riley and he was in love with me. Dana would flip if she knew that we talked about getting married. Now, I don't know what exactly I saw in him. Of course, he HAS changed... but... I don't know. I guess I miss being as safe as I was then. I'm not now - maybe I wasn't then, but I thought I was - and sometimes I miss it. Although, I won't lie, there's a certain kind of thrill in believing that you're on your own. It's lonely, and granted it hurts most of the time, but it makes you feel something like a hero. My pride plays too much of a part in my life, I can tell.
Maybe I'd be happier without it. Now there's a novel idea.
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