I knew I was going to do it. Write for a few days, and then just stop. I'm gonna try to start writing again. Really!
So, last time I mentioned a break up, and said that I was going to write about it next time. It's been a few weeks now, and I feel like there's not much I really need to say about it. I didn't love him, and didn't want to be with him, so we broke up. He was a nice guy, he was good to me, but the feelings just weren't there, and I didn't want to fake it any more.
I've been enjoying being alone and single again; it's nice to have my place back to myself. In my recent alone time, though, I've found myself thinking about my ex (not the recent one, the one before him) a lot. It's crazy that after 3 years of being apart, I still love him, and miss him. I think I will probably never stop.
Unfortunately, not much has been going on, otherwise. I had a bit of false hope on the job hunt; a place I had applied to called and left a voice mail on my cell phone, asking me to call them back right away. I didn't get the message til Friday evening, so I called them on Saturday, and was told the office manager would be in on Monday. I called every day the following week, and was given nothing but excuses of, "the manager isn't here right now" or "she's too busy to talk", she just wouldn't get on the phone with me, so I gave up on that.
Anyway, I woke up at 4:30am for some reason, and couldn't fall back to sleep. It's now 6am and I'm feeling kind of blah, so I think this is it for today.
