A year later. I still run it all back in my head. Wishing I had done everything better. with more maturity. Wishing I never hurt you. Wishing I didn't blow my blessing off. but I'm immediately confronted with the realizations that we'll never be and may not have been meant to be. I'll never be in love again.

I fucking hate blogger and/or my lack of knowledge on how to customize this blog to be what I need it to be!

Joining the gym tomorrow. also plan to get the road to meditation underway. My life is changing so rapidly that sometimes it does not feel like my own.

Stacy is pregnant. Alexaundrea has a boyfriend that isn't named Tr'Vel or called "me" or "I" my core is rocked. [much more by the latter statement than the former. I won't care much tomorrow, she's grown and has a great familial support system, she'll be fine. It's just that I recently found out and it brought me this eerie level of consciousness.] *Edit: less than a week later and I completely forgot lol told you I didn't really care.

Bearing my soul in any type of way is always taxing. Whenever I legitimately share things that I'm not quick to share, it physically affects me. There are certain things that I experienced, that are personal but I have no problem sharing. On the other hand, certain things, like my innermost thoughts and feelings towards this existence and my connection to the world seriously make me feel vulnerable. Sn: I seriously think I'm going to lock my hair because since I've been growing it I've been on some completely other stuff. But back to my soul. I need to do what I need to do to become completely acquainted before it's too late. Some days I really feel like I'm nearing the end of my movie.