I realized something.
I've been clinging to the past, because memories were a place where no one could hurt me. My senior year, all that good stuff. Back when I thought having a boyfriend and having the friends I did were all that mattered.
But now, I think i've come to a conclusion.
My senior year was fantabulous, don't get me wrong, but . . . it was last year. Clinging to it isn't going to make the now-me feel better.
So I don't have a boyfriend. It's the twenty first century, I don't NEED a man to be happy.
So my old 'highschool friends' don't talk to me anymore. It's because I succeeded. I'm leaving. I've become something, so soon, while they still struggle. This is another one of those painful 'ma was right' deals. Mother always said they were nothing but trouble. Well, maybe they're not trouble, but they aren't me.
I've always seen life like a puzzle.
I'm that one puzzle piece at the bottom of the box that doesn't quite fit. An extra piece. A different piece.
Most people disregard that piece and throw it away.
You can do that to me, I suppose, but I will continue to live on.
I mean . . .
I've moved out of my parents house and into an apartment (a nice one!) in the city. I live within my means and I live pretty darn good! I'm in an exclusive school (St. John's School of Respiratory Care, only 8 a year please) and I'm succeeding.
I can make new friends. Real friends.
Remember when I said, end of a chapter?
Before you put down my book, maybe you should check the table of contents one more time.
Because, if you do, you'll see a single line.
Continued In Book 2.
I'd like to thank all those people who helped me.
TakuniChan, YunMei, Skykece, iDuckie, and Zweihander.
Love
Sara
Blakaize · Thu Oct 30, 2008 @ 04:42am · 3 Comments |