So, I broke-up with the girl I was writing about.
I guess we couldn't communicate well-enough. I wasn't around very often, after starting a band. I felt horrible for a really long time and couldn't date, but fell for someone.
Unfortunately, I am bleeding black, around her. I pray she understands, because I tried to ruin myself, I was so depressed. This is one of the few times in my life I have truly faltered from who I am, but I am learning. She has reminded me, life is a learning process, and that is what makes it beautiful. I have written a little more, and I will learn to love, again. I can't help but try to, regardless, around her. She is amazing, and lights-up my heart in ways I can't describe. She brings me peace and honesty when I am doubting. She soothes my spirit when it wanes. I will be strong again, I will be better for her. If not, I will only grow stronger, regardless, with her in my life.
I hope to one day be a romantic, again. I seem to have become very cynical, but so relentlessly pushy about not wanting to accept it, I have no other choice but to scatter myself into a million pieces, and try and pick myself up, again.
Acceptance. It seems to be harder to do than I really want to admit, these days. Perhaps because I harbored a victim, stayed strong for him, helped him, and all he did was betray me by pushing me past my boundaries and ignoring my pleas for him to stop. Cold? Okay, I can do that. Senselessly deceptive? No, thank you. I am not a drug dealer, I have no need for your methods of cruelty and unkindness. I understand life, and I'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much.
To new beginnings. I find this toast to be a little washed-out, but I know it's just my heart, yearning to be safe.
To proper living, then. May you all find serenity in your life that guides you when you are lost.