phoenixhasabomb

Though I am, emotionally (and probably physically) a wreck, there's always something exciting about change. I was rather forcefully pushed into this one, but I think it may be a good thing. It's helping me realize more about myself and others.

I have to look back on my last..."relationship" and realize that it was doomed from the start. Not necessarily by fault of either of us, but other reasons, though we do both have to take some responsibility in the ending. I tried, and was blind, for almost two years to force our pieces to fit. And they just didn't.

The wounds are still fresh. Sometimes I cry, other times I'm optimistic that my life is about to get better. At the moment, I'm simply philosophical and attempting to fully understand it. I know that eventually, I'll be OK. Endings are rarely ever easy. But for the moment, I still feel a little raw and exposed. In a few years, I'm sure I'll think of this as another learning experience and I'll be able to think of the last two years objectively, clinically.

I'm still young. Barring any fatal illnesses or accidents, I have a long life ahead of me. And, one thing I will never forget, I can be happy all on my own.