Recently I ended a year and 4 month relationship with my mate. I wasn't happy. I was always upset or crying. I realized both of us had changed and it ripped us apart. He wanted to stay in the relationship and work on things, but I couldn't. I felt like I deserved to be happy again, so I took that opportunity. It was a rough break up filled with yelling, crying, and the uncalled for calling of names.
It took me about about a week to get my shit together and end the depressed state I was in. I felt like I was officially alone, but a few people reminded me that I needed to get out of bed and have fun. So I did. I hangout with my best friend Hannah and we had some great laughs. I also had a friend come back to town that I hadn't seen for a long time, but at that point I wanted to stay in my comfort zone. I built up the courage to seek out a guy friend and hang out with him, but he proceeded to hit on me and I realized I made a bad choice. But when I was walking with him I met someone who has changed my life, attitude, and has brought me out of everything I've gone through recently.
To be continued... (Maybe in love story form)

Also, IM BACK