November, you big ol' bitch, I'm so glad you're over.

BACKSTORY: Last summer, my little brother and this kid Brendan were having problems. Not for any particular reason, I don't think, but they just knew each other from around the neighborhood, and didn't like each other. So this kid's mom, Malanie (hate the woman, love how she spells her name), decides that instead of coming to Mom and talking about it, or even talking to Chris about it, she's going to start calling my brother (how she got the number, I have no idea) and harass him. Cussing, threatening, and all this jazz. So Mom got tired of this 36-year-old woman harassing her son, and took out a peace order on behalf of Chris against her. It expired about six months ago.

NOW.

I get a call from Chris around 3:10 yesterday afternoon, and he wanted to know where Mom was. I said she was in the bathroom, and I asked what was wrong. He said that this woman (see above) saw him walking to Subway with his friend Tyler, and started yelling at him from the house, saying she wants to fight his mom, his step-dad's shit, and yada yada yada. So I tell him to just come home, and let Mom deal with it, and he said okay, and hung up.

Around 3:30, we didn't see him or hear from him, so Mom looked at me and said "I have a bad feeling about this." So we decided to ride past the woman's street just to make sure nothing was going on, and that Christopher had actually left. We don't see anyone at first, and then - OH SHIT.

So we pull up to the house, and the first thing I see is this woman's boyfriend, Greg, standing and yelling in Chris' face. His friend Tyler looked at Mom and told her that Malanie had just spit in Chris' face. (The whole reason they never left, we found out later, is because when they were walking BACK from Subway, this crazy woman was telling her son Brendan to go kick Chris' ass, so the boys had been fighting). So Mom gets out of the car, pushes this guy away from Chris, and starts shouting in Malanie's face - "You don't put your fucking hands on my kid, you don't touch my fucking kid", yada yada yada.

So Tyler and I finally pull Chris away from everyone, and Mom finally calmed down enough to be rational. And she's talking to Malanie saying, "You get your crew in the house, I'll get my crew in the car, and we'll talk about this like adults." And the whole time, malanie's looking at Mom like, I'm not going anywhere with you. And Mom kinda laughed and said "I'm not going to hurt you." And Malanie (who is all of 5' 5" and 120 pounds (and Mom is MUCH bigger, trust me)), looks at Mom and says, "I ain't afraid of you, stupid bitch." And I'm like, uh oh.

So they start yelling again, and at this point, Brendan goes after Chris again, and Tyler and I are working on keeping them apart. And we finally get Chris almost in the car, and I hear someone spitting on someone, and I hear Mom say, "How do you like it, bitch?" And I turn around, and Malanie lunges at Mom. And like I said, Mom's bigger, and Mom doesn't sissy fight. So while Malanie's got Mom by the hair, Mom's got Malanie by the arms. And she says, "Fine, you wanna pussy fight?" And i'm like, shit. And Mom starts smacking this woman's head against a picket fence by her hair.

So the kid Brendan goes inside of his house, and comes outside with a baseball bat. I'm not even lying, a fucking BASEBALL BAT. And he starts walking towards Mom. And Chris and Tyler see this, and Chris flips out and goes after the kid, but Tyler got to him first, and just ripped the bat away from him.

So I'm trying to pull Mom and Malanie off of each other, screaming at them. I said something like, "DO you see what you're fucking doing to your kids? You guys needs to stop it." And They both kind of looked at me, and they're both standing straight at this point. So, I kind of get between them, but not really. I had one hand on mom's chest, and the other in front of the woman (I wasn't touching that crazy bitch), and all of a sudden, I get a fist in my face. TWICE.

So I lost it. I was already hysterical, and scared to death, and pissed as ALL hell, and when I finally get the women off of each other, the stupid bitch PUNCHES me.

All I know is when I came back to my senses, this woman's on the ground, and my hand hurts, and mom's trying to get past ME to hit this woman (mom claims she COMPLETELY lost it after she hit me). So I probably got in a hit or two. And then I see this little kid Brendan come over and start banging on Mom's head. And Chris flips the fuck out, and goes after Brendan, like, "You don't touch my fucking mom, you don't put your fucking hands on my mom."

Back to getting Chris away from everything. it took Tyler AND I to keep him pinned to the car. So while I'm trying to calm Chris down, whatever happens and the women stop fighting. Mom walks to the car, calls out that the woman's trailor trash (she sort of IS), and gets in the car. She tells me to call the police so I do, and I talk to them on the way home. We get home, I hang up, and mom tells me to take everyone in the house. And I ask why.

"Because if this bitch is sendin' me to jail, I'm going back to make sure she's hurt enough to mean it."

So I start crying. I'm just so hysterical and angry and worked up by this point, I just start crying. No lie. And I'm begging Mom to just go in the fucking house. And she says no, she's doing this right. And so I said, "Fine. I'm eighteen now, then take me fuckin' with you."

So Mom decided to go in the house.

Police were called, charges were pressed, peace orders taken out... It was a fun day yesterday.

And I wish this were some story I was making up for laughs and entertainment. But it's not.

Why do I still let you bother me?

And this'll be the first time in a week
That I talk to you, and I can't speak.
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep,
Cuz I dream of her lips on your cheek.
And i got the point that I should leave you alone,
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I miss the lips that made me fly....

And I'll have you know I'm scared to death
That everything that you had said to me
Was just a lie until you left.

Remember how they always seemed to know
We had the forest in our eyes
But the earth was in our clothes
And they thought we'd fall
Not at all

So look back on the treasured days
We were young in a world that was so tired
Though it's not what we wanted before
Even the saints had to crawl from the floor
Summers when the money was gone you'd sing
All your little songs that meant everything to me

And I'll remember you
And the things that we used to do
And the things that we used to say
I'll remember you that way

Remember how they tried to hold you down
And we climbed those towers
And looked down upon our town
And everything you hoped would last
Just always becomes your past (it hurts)
Summers when the money was gone you'd sing
All your little songs that meant everything to me

And I'll remember you
And the things that we used to do
And the things that we used to say
I'll remember you always

But then this world slipped through my fingers
And even the sun seemed tired
I still cared
As I lowered you down my heart just jaded
In that moment the earth made no sound
But you were there
You helped me lift my pain into the air

I still miss you
God I still miss you
I know that you are waiting there
I always thought that you'd come home

And I'll remember you
And the things that we used to do
And the things that we used to say


If it don't hurt you
It won't hurt me
If it don't hurt me
Then it won't hurt you
If it don't hurt you
It won't hurt me that way

I hate you. I fucking hate you more than words can say. And I hate you for the mere fact that i thought I was over letting you hurt me. But I was wrong. And for that, i hate you.

Looking back on the journal entry I wrote this time last year, I can't believe how blessed I've been this past year. I couldn't have wished for a better birthday than the one I had yesterday. It wasn't super fantastic, or excitingly busy, but it was perfect. I slept in as late as I wanted, and I woke up to a note on the fridge saying, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEANIE WEANIE - HAVE A GREAT DAY" from my dad. I got plenty of text messages, phone calls and internet comments from my friends, all wishing me a happy birthday. i felt loved.

We went out to dinner at Texas Roadhouse. My dad got the waiters to sing to me - they have pictures of my face turning beat red. I got money from most of my family, and a sweet drawing and some body lotions from Emily. I got a "open heart" pendant necklace from my parents. I got to watch my dad make fun of Zach, and Zahc poke fun right back. We had a blast.

And then I got to spend the rest of the night snuggled in bed with my future hsuband. I watched him sleep, and couldn't help but to feel amazed at how wonderfulyl blessed I am. He woke up, pulled me to him, and said "mine", and I don't think I've ever spent a birthday in a better way than the one I spent yesterday.

Is that I was right the whole time,

Alright. I get it. You win.

Edit.

I asked you. I thought we understood each other. I think I get now that we never understood each other at all. You are just like everyone else. Selfish and in it for you're own good.

I am so tired of being a convenience to people. Sure, there's Allie, who genuinely likes being around me. There's Zach, who - ego aside - adores me, as I adore him. There's Catie, who I only get to hang out with every so often, but we still enjoy it. And I just have to sit back and thank God that I have certain people in my life that make me feel like I'm worth something, worth some time and general conversation for the sake of conversation.

I don't like being the other girl. I realize now that with Skye, I probably always was. But my fucked up mind didn't care enough. So I stuck with it. I was the person he took it out on when he had a bad day. The subject of his insecurities. And that was okay, for that portion of my life, because that's who I let myself be. I can't blame anyone for that but myself.

Blake was decent. God, that sounds horrible. Blake was wonderful. he still is a wonderful person. He's very pure, very intelligent, and very wholesome. Unfortunately, at that point in my life, I still wasn't ready for a wholesome person. Not to say I was being rebellious, but I was still so broken and lost that I didn't want to ruin something as good as Blake's view on the world and love. We stayed friends. But I still feel like I'm still the girl he talks to when he gets rejected by his latest endeavor.

Max... Max is interesting. I've never had a guy best friend before Max, and I probably won't ever have one like him again. I care for him deeply, I really do. And I even had a romantic interest in him at one point. When i told him, he said he returned the feelings. But I was too "fucked up" to date. My problems and scars were too much to handle. Alright, okay. And then, two days later, there he was, asking me out. What changed his mind? Sex. A seventeen-year-old virgin looking to have sex with someone he trusted and 'cared for'. I don't know, maybe he did care for me. But I am not a girl to be used solely in the interest of sex. As broken as I was then, I still had enough self respect not to let that happen.

I don't even know if I should include this last one. To be honest, some things just aren't worth wasting energy repeating.

I sometimes want to confront people, look them in the eye, and say "Convenience yourself all you'd like - but who are you going to go to when your last choice isn't there anymore?"

Who knows. Maybe I will one day.

And maybe, one day later, I'll be strong enough to mean it.

Okay, so bear with me for a second while I give you the back story. It's sort of important, considering the posts here for the next 90 (well, 86) days will be about this story.

Last year, around September, my dad decided eh wanted to get into shape for his 40th birthday, and for his 2nd degree black belt test. He bought this workout program off the TV, and I didn't believe it was going to work (things from infomercials rarely do). But sure enough, 90 days later, Dad was ripped. He loved it so much that he's on his... fourth round of P90x. I watched an infomercial on it, and the reason it works is called "muscle confusion". Something about not working the same musces all of the time or something. It's pretty cool, so I decided I wanted to do it.

Let me tell you. it's hard.

DAY ONE (10/19/09): Chest and Back.

(I did all of the pushups on my knees, and all of the pullups using a red, loose tension band. There are two rounds, repeating the same twelve exercises. I could only do most of round 1.)

Standard pushups: 25
Wide-Front Pull Ups: 20
Military Pushups: 12
Reverse Grip Chin Ups: 20
Wide Fly Push Ups: 10
Closed Grip Overhand Pullups: 20
Decline Pushups: 2 =(
Heavy Pants: 8 (these I did with 8 lbs. bars)
Diamond Pushups: 10
Lowmowers: N/A
Dive-bomber Pushups: N/A
Bent Over back Flys: N/A

Ab Ripper X:

Over three hundred moves. Don't feel like recording.

DAY TWO (10/20/09): PLYOMETRICS

This was a LOT of jumping cardio. There was nothing to really record (or maybe I forgot), but I know I got thruogh all 58 minutes and 42 seconds of it. yay me.

DAY THREE (10/21/09): Shoulders and Arms

This was by far the most painful day. I can definately feel it today, but it's a good kind of burn.

(All of these exercises were repeated in threes (i.e; 1-2-3-1-2-3-1-2-3, 4-5-6-4-5-6-4-5-6... etc, etc; all were done using 8 lbs bars)

Alternating Shoulder Press: 15 / 14 / 14
In/Out Bicep Curls: 15 / 16 / 16
Tricep Kickbacks : 8 / 8 / 7

Deep Swimmers Press: 16 / 16 / 16
Full Supination Concentration Curls : 10 / 10 / 10
Chair Dips: 8 / 8 / 6

Upright Rows: 16 / 16 / 14
Static Arm Curls: 16 / 16 / 16
Flip Grip Kickbacks: 10 / 10 / 10

Seated Two Angle Lifts: 14 / 14 / 10
Crouching Cohen Curls: 6 / 6 / 6
Lying Down Bicep Presses: 15 / 13 / 14

There was a bonus round, but I was so worn out, I thought I'd hurt myself, so I didn't do the last three (really nine) exercises.

Ab Ripper X

In and Outs: 23
Bicycle: 25
Bicycle in reverse (coordination screwed me up): 17
Crunchy Frog: 14
Fifer Scissors: 15
Hip Rock and Raise: 14
Pulse-ups/Heels to Heaven: 15
V-up roll ups: 10
Obliques: 10 on each side
Leg climbs: OUCH. 14.
Mason twist: 20.

The Ab Ripper X video is just about 20 minutes long, but it's by far the most movement-packed 20 minutes of my life.

Today is DAY FOUR: YOGAX. I have yet to do it today - I probably will when I get home from Zach's later tonight, but I've done it before, and I know that I won't be walking very much tomorrow.

But it feels good to be getting into shape. =]

Hahahahahahahahaha.
Oh irony, you're a sweet, love-deserving bitch.

FIRST.
It's been almost a year since I had the brains to leave you.  You were nothing but a waste of time and energy. A waste of six months of my life that I could have spent making myself better, but instead let you just make me worse. It's been eight months since i put in the order, two since it let up (almost three), and I haven't heard a word from you. I wish I could say I want you to be happy, but I don't. I really want you to suffer and be miserable once you realize that you're nothing but a mind-fucking monster. Do I wish you happiness? Hell no. I wish you an eternity in hell, you sick, miserable bastard.

SECOND.
Okay, let's get something straight here. I AM NOT THE GIRLFRIEND STEALER. I have tried to be an adult about this, but you know what? Fuck it. If everyone else wants to act childish, then I sure as hell will too. maybe stooping to their level will make some sense to them. So let's clear up some rumors:
-I never cheated on Zach with his sister. This is NOT the reason we broke up. I don't know where or how this started, but it's a lie. Yes, I  cheated on Zach. Yes, it was the worst mistake of my life. No, it was not with his sister. Give him some credit - the guy's smart enough to have figured out if I was. It would have been right under his nose. God damn.
-Zach DID NOT cheat on Lynn with me. I know why he and Lynn broke up; he knows why he and Lynn broke up; LYNN knows why he and Lynn broke up. It's not my business to put all over the internet, so I won't. HOWEVER. Zach didn't cheat on her with me. He couldn't have - we didn't talk for 99% of the time they were even dating. No contact, at all. We started talking at his sister's party. I had no idea at all that he and Lynn were even having problems. So stfu. Thanks.
-Once again, I AM NOT THE GIRLFRIEND STEALER. I am SO SICK of mine and Lynn's mutual "friends" bitching me out because oh God, I stole Lynn's boyfriend! Whoa whoa whoa, WAITAMINUTE. Zach and I dated for TWO AND A HALF YEARS. Almost our ENTIRE high school careers. Anyone with EYES could tell. However, it was perfectly okay for Lynn, one of my best friends in high school, to date Zach - AND AVOID IT WHEN I BROUGHT IT UP. No, she was not woman enough to tell me herself, thanks. However, when she and Zach break up, and Zach and I started dating, OH MY GOD. THAT'S HORRIBLE. Shut the hell up, would you all?
If Zach can forgive me, and put it in the past, you all should too. Oh, I get being defensive of your friend - I'd kill any ass that cheated on Allie and Catie. However, it wouldn't be my place to bitch and whine and act like a child if they got back together. I'd be on edge, but if the guy changed, hey, good for them. You all need to grow the fuck up, and get whatever chip you have on your shoulder, and shove it up your asses. I am tired of being treated like the bitch ex-girlfriend/girlfriend stealer whateverthehell else.
Grow up. Thanks.

THIRD.
What. The HELL. Is wrong with you. This is the seventh suspension. In a month and a half. You have actually spent more time being suspended than you have actually IN SCHOOL. W'e've tried yelling, punishing, talking, relating. We know, trust me. We know. You have NOTHING to rebel against, boy. Take it from the girl who thought she had the WORLD to rebel against. You'll find out pretty damn quick how good you actually have it. So what will you rebel against then? Yeah, they're going to punish you when you get in trouble. Last time I checked, that's what parents do.

FOUR.
I am trying. I really am. It's hard to save up when you make two $170 paychecks and two $90 paychecks a months, spend AT LEAST $60 in gas every three weeks, and pay $110 in insurance for four months straight. Not to mention the bill for school, the assload to spend in books, and razors and whatever else i need. I barely have enough money to spend $20 on myself every two weeks. I'm sorry - i know you want me to buy a car. I know I should get another job. But the truth? Being in ONE CLASS and working THREE DAYS A WEEK puts me on the verge of a panic attack. Do I know why? No. But I might spaz out if I work every day, plus go to school three nights a week. I just don't think I can balance school and two jobs. I'm sorry, but I am only human.

FIVE.
If you're gone, that's great. If you want to stay gone, that's fine too. I've gotten used to it. Don't, however, leave little hints and memos that you've been back but didn't want to talk to me. Don't find ways to tell me that you thought those two years were a waste of time. Useless. Nothing came from them.
In all honesty? I think it's really you. Do I care? Not really - I don't care who's who or what's said from who's mind - I don't care. I really don't. I stopped caring the night you got drunk after knowing I needed a friend. Regardless that I saved your life, and your relationship, and whatever else. I don't care. I just hope you know I find it absolutely hilarious that you're not man enough to tell me all of this shit youself. Quote unquote.
Have fun, whoever the hell you are.

SIX.
I am scared to death. Oh, I've learned my lesson. I promise you that - those six months in hell were enough, even if the suicide attempt hadn't been. I'm not scared of infidelity, on either parts, really. I'm scared because you like to make jokes about how I'm hiding something if I don't let you see my phone right away. Or how there's something you can't see if I don't let you read my PRIVATE JOURNAL. Or whatever you said today - whatever I did - "Oh that's it, we're done, I'm gone." Yeah, honey, that's not really funny. The thought of losing you again honestly scares me TO DEATH. I'm afraid I'm going to snap one day, and yell, and get into an argument with you so bad, I end up pushing you away anyway.

SEVEN.
I have absolutely no idea what the hell I'm doing anymore.

"He hated her now. He loved her, too, but it was a cold, hard hurting love."

I thought, when I first read this, that it reminded me of you.

Now, I realize I was wrong.
Now, I realize that I just hate you.

I dreamt about last night. We were under the tree. It wasn't the same as the other times though. It was just a dream. I still have the pictures showing the path from the tree to my bedroom, because I thought it was ridiculously creepy how you knew what my house looked like. And you had never even seen it. I almost tried going back to our tree last night, too - but then I figured that I'd be wasting my time. Probably.

I read the story I wrote based on our RPG again. It has a sequel now, you know. It made me wonder where it would have ended up if we had ever finished it. That and the one about the 7th saint. Do you remember? We left off with the boy (Alex, maybe?) coming to save the girl. They were about to have sex. We never got any further than that. I just wonder, that's all. I'm writing one based on that RPG, too. With much more creative liberty than I did with Breaching Midnight. It's coming along fine, when I make myself sit down to write it.

I remember the night last summer when I was on vacation with my family. I remember how much it hurt to text her and convince her to take you back. But it's what you wanted. She made you happy. And then... you gave it up? I still don't understand that.

I've come to the realization that I did when I thought I was over Zach. I still love you. I do. But it's not the same anymore. And no, that's not the "it's-not-the-same-because-i-dont-want-it-to-be" thing. It's really just not the same. It hasn't been for a really long time. You started out as my friend. I remember getting online every night, so excited to talk to you. You were like my little pen-pal. I loved it - daydreaming about what we'd talk about that night online, the secrets I'd tell you. December 23rd, 2005. Almost four years ago... Wow.

And then, I did fall in love with you. As much as I could, anyway. Maybe i fell in love with an idea. Or a personality. But I didn't care. I did love you. And then I met Zach, and you met Sarah, and something happened then that would change us forever. I don't think either of us thought I'd be with Zach for two and a half years. I cerrtainly didn't. But I'm glad I was. I really love him, you know. And I think if you were here, you might find a way to be happy for me. We're going to married soon. That's the plan, anyway.

I don't know why I'm babbling. I miss you. I really do. Sometimes I still dream about you. And strangely, you're the only person I do dream about. When I do dream, anyway. And... I can sleep okay. It's almost as good as sleeping in Zach's arms - that feeling of being comforted and safe, I mean.

I hope you're happy... Er. Well.
Yeah.

Yes. It's still possible to love a shadow.

I can't figure you out; the more i try, the more frustrated I make myself.

Every thing I can ever think of, every big huge significant thing in my life, was probably for your benefit. And the worst part is, is I don't know whether you're doing it to please yourself, or doing it because you think that's what others want to see. I don't know. And I've told myself I want to give up trying to figure you out. But here I am, at three in the morning, writing, because my mind is so wrapped around this. Years now. Years.

And the worst part is that I don't think you'll ever outgrow this fantasy world you live in. And that scares me.

I officially have a crush on Dr. Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds.

No, no, not Matthew Gubler.

Dr. Freaking. Spencer. Reid.

Okay. So when I put pictures of him and I on Myspace, and you look at them, that's not my fault. You're the one who wants to torture yourself. So knock yourself out. But when YOU put pictures of him and you on Myspace, I think that's just a bit creepy-psycho-obsessive-fuckin'weird. Go get help. Or learn to move on.

This has been a service announcement from your friendly neighborhood psychological girlfriend. Thanks.

I've never been the type of person to be interested in multiple guys - or girls, as it were. Not at once, not one right after the other. And please don't get me wrong; I have nothing against those that do. If they're happy, then that's all that matters, isn't it? I think so. But I've never been... interested, I suppose, in being the girl all of the guys wanted to date.

When I was first interested in boys, it was the second grade. I had the biggest crush on Nate Hunt through the third grade. I never dated him, but he became one of my best friends. We hung out a lot during the summer before fourth grade, and even then, I was mature enough to realize that, hey, this isn't gonna work. So you win some, you lose some.

Enter Andrew Martin, the new kid. Now you have to understand that in Riviera Beach, every one knows EVERY ONE. My parents went to school with my class mates' parents, and so on. And here comes this new guy. Naturally, all of the girls (yes, even in fourth grade) wanted his attention. I just happened to have the seat next to him. Maybe three weeks into school, he 'asked me out'. He was the first boy at any of my birthday parties besides family. Pasadena Roller Rink. We held hands on the couples' skate. Oh, be still my beating heart.

Andrew and I 'dated' until half-way through the summer before fifth grade. He was the first 'bad breakup' I ever had. We ignored each other, we picked on each other, and ironically were stuck next to each other on the bus in middle school.

 My mother moved into a townhouse the week before fifth grade, and at the end of the row, three boys visited their grandmother every weekend. Jeffrey, Josh, and Shane. The former was my age, the middle my brother's, and the latter was a few years younger than my brother and Josh. It started out we all just live-action role-played Star Wars and watched Harry Potter in our basement. Eventually, I confided to Karen, my best friend at the time, that I really liked this boy (i even told him, by way of that stupid game where you go under water in the pool and say something. Actually, that's when I found out he liked me to). And she basically said "So then just kiss him." I was in the sixth grade, almost seventh by this point.

Unbeknown to me, Jeff was standing right behind me while we were talking online. So, later that day, we were all playing outside (Cops and Robbers, if I recall correctly), and Jeff asked me if I was going to kiss him. So I kissed his cheek. And then he asked if he could kiss me; and thus, Erica's first real 'french' kiss came into existence.

Jeff and I were best friends, and dating unofficially all the way up until the summer before eighth grade, when my mother moved from the townhouse closer to where my dad lived. At first, Jeff and I kept in contact. Then, one day in the beginning of ninth grade, I stumbled upon his number, and just decided to call him. We talked for a while, and he asked me to his mixer (He goes... went?... to Cardinal Gibbons). I said yes.

Then came this first time I ever mixed business and pleasure (or "shitting where you eat", as some call it). Jordan Chambliss. It was strange; we had never really talked much in the taekwondo school. He was a black belt, I was just starting out. He was really close to our friend Caitlin, but he and I never really talked. Well, one day in September, Caitlin told me that he was moving to Hawaii in December. So me, being the dummy that I am, went up to him and scowled. "You didn't tell me you were moving to Hawaii!"

That night, I got an Instant Message from him. We talked every day for a week, and then told each other we liked each other, but that getting into anything wouldn't be a good idea because he was moving soon. We agreed, talked another week, and he said "Screw it. I like you, I want to date you." So we dated, and I told Jeff I couldn't go to his mixer. Last I heard (from a recent ex, ironically), he was happy with a girl named Lauren, who he had been dating since I told him I couldn't go to the mixer.

Jordan and I dated until January, when we decided that a long distance relationship just couldn't work. He's still my best friend.

So go along to February. Competition team at the Taekwondo school. Our first qualifier is coming up, and everyone's excited - if we place within the top eight of our division, we go to the AAU Nationals that summer. Well, Caitlin told me that Jordan was coming to train and compete with our school. She also told me that he'd be staying with her, and they would be home alon Friday night with nothing to do. Hm. Erica didn't like that too much. So I devised a plan that all of the teens from the taekwondo team should go see a movie that Friday, in celebration and relaxation before the tournament that Saturday. So I asked all the teens, including Alison Hahn, who I hadn't really talked to that much. But she smiled and asked if she could bring her little brother. Now I'm thinking that her little brother is my little brother's age, ignoring that fact that Allie is well over three years older than I am.

I found out that Zachary hahn was not my little brother's age. Rather embarrassingly, actually, but that's a different story for a different day. Zach and I didn't talk much that night, but we talked on Myspace, and then on AIM, and eventually on the phone. he'd come talk to me in the mornings before school, and then on the phone that night. It was almost three weeks before we kissed, and he asked me out.

I guess... the entire point is that I've always thought it a little strange that I found my... soul mate at such a young age. During out breakup last year, I thought that I was so torn up and still in love with him because he was my first everything. He was my first real boyfriend, my first love, and a bunch of other things not decent for public viewing. but I've come to realize that the reason I held on to him so much was because he was my soulmate. We didn't talk or see each other for nearly a year, and I was still so desperately in love with him. So much, in fact, that I accepted that he was happy with someone else just because I really did want to be happy.

But... If there isn't a God up there, and there is no such thing as fate, then someone answer me this, because I've been wondering myself. Our love has been through so much. Hell and back. And neither of us forgot the other, couldn't get over the other, and wanted to be with the other again. And so we got back together. And it's like... nothing changed at all. I thought we had both changed so much from the person we were a year ago. And in all reality, we did. We grew up, matured, found our place in life... And we still fit together so wonderfully. It's like this past year didn't exist.

So tell me; Zachary and I had the same thoughts, feelings, and desires this past entire year without seeing each other, or talking to each other. So how do two people whose love has seen so much fall back into place so easily... if they're not each others' soul mates?

Zachary David, I've said it before and I'll say it again; I love you now and forever.

and I'm thinking about college? Seriously? Oh fuck this. I jst need to set a plan or something somewhere besides my mind. I'll go up Friday morning before Zach wakes up and register for ths stupid english class. Thats what ill do.


Ugh


Maybe i can sleep now.