Just Hear Me Out ...

So, like I mentioned in WTF Disney?! (I think I got that one right. I'll fix it later if not), when I graduated from high school (I actually put "Hogwarts" here the first time around. WTF MS ROWLING, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!) I was completely in love with one of my best friends.

Well, blog stalkers, guess what?

I'M FUCKING OVER HIM! FINALLY!

I saw him on MSN (OMG I JUST NAME DROPPED WHY DO I KEEP FUCKING DOING THAT /END "FORGOT MY BAGS! MY BAD!" CALL BACK!) and my heart didn't move a bit. Well, you know, not counting how much it moves to pump blood through my body. You know what I mean.

So yeah, I honestly had no desire to do what I normally do (appear offline, then sign back in so he'll see me come online and then message me). And I haven't thought about him in WEEKS! And I feel ... different. In a great way. I feel ... free, almost. And also a lot like crying, which I know I'll do eventually, but it probably won't be until I curl up under my covers and relax and my mind has actually had the chance to wrap itself around the fact that I am, in fact, completely over him.

Now, once I get to Scotland, I'll DEFINITELY be able to start new. Brand new, clean, shiny, bacteria-free slate. And just thinking about that makes me feel more relaxed than I've been in years. And that makes me even happier.

Considering it is eleven thirty-six in the pm right now and I have work at nine thirty in the morning tomorrow, that means I should leave this here because I need to clear off my bed (don't ask) so I'll be able to actually sleep so I can wake up at eight in the morning and get to work.

Night!