I thought I would be able to write about the integral parts of my life for my faux memoir but I can't. It's been a year and a half and I stalled after I wrote..and along came the professor. I think I do not want to relive such happiness and such failure but I have to. I need to write about this. I think it may help me heal.
I do not want to shed anymore more tears over this either. I always think I am okay with it and that I have come to terms with it but I know I haven't.
Darnit. I cannot let this define me yet it has.
It doesn't help that this is the central topic to my pieces because some of my experiences are very funny but some (to me anyway) are just hurtful and heartbreaking. I know it is life but I just see all the positive experiences people have and I have yet to have one.
I have had experiences so that helps but sometimes it makes it even worse.
I will get through it but it won't be easy.