I don't know if anyone will come read this, but I need a bit of support. At the moment, I'm just having one of those low days. Perhaps it isn't serious enough to be here in the Haven, but I'm just quite sad. Before Christmas, I was dumped by a boy I was starting my first romantic relationship with, by email. Yes, by email. Not even by phone. I was told I was "very special." Warped complement. I was feeling good-ish over Christmas and New Year, but in the 2nd week of Jan, the breakup hit, and I was wondering, quite seriously if I was unlovable, unable to be loved, and that I'd never be in a relationship. Some of these feelings still remain with me. As a way to keep my mind off it, I went on the "Blind Date" topic, but that sorta wasn't enough. I'm over it a bit, but at the moment, (I'm Australian-it's summer) its cold, 15'c (Its meant to be in the late 20's) and rainy. I've sorta had a lot on my plate, ghosts of a few things haunting me, (the teacher drama for one) and i've begun to hit breaking point. I went with my brothers to see Chronicles of Narnia today, and I went back on the meds, (body is feeling horrendous) to function. Movie = Overstimulation. We then went into the shopping center connected with, to have lunch. Every superficial, plastic, celery-eating, "OMG, how are you darling? Mwah, mwah, missed you so much!" fashionista from school (incidently, I'm on summer holidays!) was there, and I'm there, in a hoodie and last seasons jeans (cause they're comfortable! Shopping centers are not Milan thankyou!) and being smirked and giggled by stick-figures in skimpy tanktops, short-shorts with butt-cheeks hanging out, massive sunnies and havianas, the entire ensemble probably costing $300 ($150ish American) I can usually put up with it, but I'm feeling pretty (expletive) at the moment.
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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured or far away.
Henry David Thoureau, 1854