One Week Later

One week later....
Last week things fell apart. I learned (of course the hard way amidst the warnings) that posting certain things online can get you in heap in trouble. I bought my journal from Barnes and Nobles to help me with my emotions when they are extreme. I did what I had to do. I repsonded to letters, blocked and deleted people, and I feel much better. I am not 100%. I am still hurting a bit. Accusations that I have never heard from people I have heard last week. I cried only a few tears. Thats it. I wanted to burn everything, but no no I am no pyrotechnic. I learned that putting my true feelings out there just makes you the ultimate bitch although you were being honest and truthful. I know I was wrong in certain aspects. I try to be a good friend. I really do. I try be there for people, and people who knows me can vouche for me. It just hurts that you can get shot down to hell for what you thought was a friendship, but it was a friendship shot down right to hell. Its whatever. I am missing the friendship less and less each day. There are moments I have a relapse and I think of what we would do. Its hard. The tears fill up my eyes and the lump comes, but yet the tears don't fall. I know this is for the better. I have to learn to ignore unsaid party at school within the next few weeks. Its going to be hard, but I'll do what I gotta do. I am not a perfect person, but I try be there for my friends whenever, whatever. (Haha Thanks Shakira)

PS On a side note I am learning how to sing Selena's song Fotos Y Recuerdos (Photos and Memories) in Spanish and English. I have the Spanish down pact except for one phrase, but singing the translation is hard!