This is me.

Im trying to be uncencored here and say things I might not otherwise say. I feel like this is ok because no one that I know reads my blog. I suppose feelings could get hurt but I don't know if I care about other peoples feelings anymore.

I had my heart broken back in 2009 and I'm still recovering. Sometimes it hard to feel anything at all. I guess this is therapy for me.

So if you get anything out of this, then awesome. I'll still be here, typing away, trying to make sense of this mess called my life.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

"You can't un-ring the bell."

Today, I came home and found a note on my door. Apparently, Brian(one of my ex's friends) had called my sister looking for me. My ex left some stuff in my attic and amongst those things was one of Brian's photography books.

I called Brian and after the conversation I've come to the realisation that my ex is messed up. I don't know why it's taken me so long to realize this but I see it now.

It makes me feel better. I am more emotionally secure than him. Am I gloating? No. It makes me feel better to know that at least a little(probably a lot) was his fault. Do I want more contact with him? No.

I want him gone. I am moving on.

I am me. And that is good enough.
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