it's been a while.
i finally got a job. i need to get paid saturday cause i've only been paid once and my money is quickly running down. its easy work so i don't mind it and it's only saturdays and sundays. i can't really complain about that.
went to myrtle beach with my family for the fourth of july week. it was fun i guess, lots of drinking. that seems to be the only way i get through things anymore.
moved into my apartment at school last friday. i just moved a few things up since i'm not going to be living there til school starts up again. it's really nice. we had a small party with friends and our new neighbors and i had a good time. i'm actually excited to get back up there. i think i just miss having a schedule.
i have a boyfriend now? i don't know how it happened, especially since we have such a strange and random history together. everyone else seems to be equally confused about it as i am. but he's a nice guy and treats me really well. i don't know why this always happens to me but i'm always excited about a relationship but then when i get to thinking about it i find myself second guessing it. i don't know what i'm afraid of. i really don't mind not being in a relationship, but i don't really like to be alone. i like to have the partnership and someone who i can connect with. the guy that i was with at school randomly texted me today and thats what really got me feeling this way. i guess i'm just at a weird stage in my life? i don't know. i'm confused constantly and i don't have any answers. he's sweet to me and thats all that matters i guess. it also happens to be his birthday today.
so i just saw dave tonight randomly. i guess being together for 3 and a half years never really goes away. we've never even been official he's just been the one i've been with always. he's never fucked me over, he's never asked anything of me. even when we're not a couple it's like we'll still always be a couple. if he never decided to go to california for school he'd be the one. thats what kills me, distance means so much.
