Big Girls Don't Cry

Short ones sure seem to.

Oh man, the weekend is almost here. I need this weekend. I need it desperately. I am so excited for it that I find it hard to sit still sometimes. Minneapolis here we come. The guys say we gotta go to the strip clubs. Deja Vu here we come.

Maybe I can get my missing shoes!

It stormed this morning. It was really nice to wake up to the smell of rain. Although all it really did was make the situation more lonely. Thunderstorms are meant to be shared.

In other depressing news, I think the part I am having the hardest time with is realizing that I failed at something I once prided myself in being good at. I used to make him happy. I used to.

Dwelling isn't fun, this much is true. But introspection is cathartic sometimes. I realize that not everything that happened was my fault. I know I gave alot of effort when there wasn't much returned. I believe that I did the best I could in times when I could have easily given up. I'm not saying that he didn't... but I'm trying to make ME feel better here.

I just have a hard time facing the other direction. Giving up has never been a strong suit of mine. Even when it's forced.

But anyway... Yay weekend.
Road trips and friendships.