…you have to forget what you want to remember what you deserve.
My mother gave me some pretty good advice after I broke up with John: “you should at the very least get back what you put into a relationship.” But this also got me through some crazy friendships. What’s the point of giving and giving til you’re all dried up to someone that doesn’t want to reciprocate in even the smallest amount? Everyone deserves what they dish out right? Something like karma. Not in the eye-for-an-eye sense, no one is trying to make the whole world blind. Just trying to prevent a little less heartache.
I wanna road trip it across America. Planned to do it with an old friend. But you know, times they change. I feel like this map gives a pretty accurate representation of what to expect in America where you’re at. Notice the dive bars and… in the middle. Creepy. No one really like those middle states anyway. People don’t like to be landlocked. At least I don’t. Get geographically claustrophobic ;) Def gotta pass through the “obesity epidemic.” I’m a budding foodie. I could title the trip “Feed Me America” and eat at fabulous places everywhere. What a great trip that would be.
New addiction: Dynasty Warriors online. John and I used to play this game til all kinds of hours. I wanted to buy an old playstation after we broke up so I could keep playing. This is even better cause its free :) But its still intterupts my sleep like it did before. Guess that’s video games for ya.
I would love to visit Paris France. It sounds cliche but I’m a romantic through and through. The city of love, filled with history. Beauty and timelessness emminate from its buildings and landscapes. The sun shines differently on lovers in Paris. I haven’t experienced it yet, but I’m sure it does. I want to be in love in Paris most of all.
Sometimes I find myself thinking this way. Don’t risk it, don’t try and less heartache, right? Gah but I hate the what if. So I usually go down in a burning flame. I end up letting my curiousity get the best of me. I value the experience but I always hate when it doesn’t end well. Such is the ebb and flow.