clever minx

Just so you know ;)

So, I guess you could say I was in self-destruct mode. I wasn't going to my classes, I didn't care too much about anything, I let my friends fall by the wayside, and I let a selfish, piece-of-shit man determine my self-worth. Maybe that's how I screwed things up. Now that I am actually attending my classes and I do care and my friends are more active in my life...... I see that I was wrong. Why did I let someone have such complete control over how I felt about myself? I think it was the dependence that I felt at that point in my life. Everything was going wrong, and I thought he was the only thing that was right. I was way off base. I had people right in front of my eyes who cared about me, and I couldn't see them.

I see you now.

If given the chance, I will not screw this up, again. I promise. I know who I am, and it never had anything to do with him. When I reminisce, I don't remember anything cool that he and I did together..... I don't remember any romantic moments, or great laughs, or exceptionally good times. I remember fights, and clashing, and me working my hardest to keep it together.
The good things I remember have nothing to do with him. My favorite memories are sitting on that blue checkered couch and watching the same movie over and over. Pouring a drink in the kitchen while the sound of a guitar floated in from the bedroom. Running around downtown at midnight taking pictures of nothing in particular, but laughing our asses off..... going to lamar's.....pickel barrel.....mary maguire's......... walking across the bridge and spilling our guts......
These are the memories that I have. These are the ones that I love, that I miss. These belong to me and no one else, and it's all because of my REAL friends.