Another day in time
Jan. 24th, 2006 07:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angelakSunday went horribly.
We won't even talk about it in specifics.
LJ is neither here nor there when regarding issues of this calibur. The audience is too familiar and too widespread. Needless to say, I've come to terms with the fact there is no hope, what-so-ever. It is over. And not just over, but OVER.
For the record:
I have seemingly been bulldozed. Whatever.
Clearly "he is just not that into me."
And you know what? I am SURE with who I am, there will be someone who does believe in me.
Because he is not the one who does.
The hardest part will be getting past all the memories that were my favorites.
I got over aroidan. I can get over this.
My co-worker said I looked like I was ready to punch someone this morning.
I guess when I get bulldozed, I don't react so well.
And you know what? I can do this and be okay. I am a happy, beautiful, witty, intelligent woman. And I have a lot to offer. It's time for me now.
I may just need a session or two of counseling on my own. To try and get through some of the hurt. I have not decided. Money is an object for me. I allow my financial phobias to stand in my way of a lot of things. I should just suck it up.
After all - I have a job. I need not be remembering all that insanity that is called my childhood. It's hard to let go of being poor. Because I'm not poor anymore.
I am a successful adult with my own space and a steady (knock on wood) job. *sighs*
As for class: I had a backlog of homework to do on Monday before class. Thank you, universe, for sending me all the classwork on the same week that my life is having a major upheaval. I'm sure you're just doing this to make me stronger. I honestly considered dropping my English class for all this mess that I've been in. If it hadn't been too late to not lose all my tuition, I would have done it. It was 3 days too late. So, here I go, lousy technical writing class - with the lousy teacher.
-Angela
We won't even talk about it in specifics.
LJ is neither here nor there when regarding issues of this calibur. The audience is too familiar and too widespread. Needless to say, I've come to terms with the fact there is no hope, what-so-ever. It is over. And not just over, but OVER.
For the record:
I have seemingly been bulldozed. Whatever.
Clearly "he is just not that into me."
And you know what? I am SURE with who I am, there will be someone who does believe in me.
Because he is not the one who does.
The hardest part will be getting past all the memories that were my favorites.
I got over aroidan. I can get over this.
My co-worker said I looked like I was ready to punch someone this morning.
I guess when I get bulldozed, I don't react so well.
And you know what? I can do this and be okay. I am a happy, beautiful, witty, intelligent woman. And I have a lot to offer. It's time for me now.
I may just need a session or two of counseling on my own. To try and get through some of the hurt. I have not decided. Money is an object for me. I allow my financial phobias to stand in my way of a lot of things. I should just suck it up.
After all - I have a job. I need not be remembering all that insanity that is called my childhood. It's hard to let go of being poor. Because I'm not poor anymore.
I am a successful adult with my own space and a steady (knock on wood) job. *sighs*
As for class: I had a backlog of homework to do on Monday before class. Thank you, universe, for sending me all the classwork on the same week that my life is having a major upheaval. I'm sure you're just doing this to make me stronger. I honestly considered dropping my English class for all this mess that I've been in. If it hadn't been too late to not lose all my tuition, I would have done it. It was 3 days too late. So, here I go, lousy technical writing class - with the lousy teacher.
-Angela
