Forget that some people may celebrate August 1 as National Girlfriend Day. It’s finally a month that’s not July, and I’ll take it. In fact, I’ll take eleven.
July was one of the longest months of my life maybe. I’ve never felt more like a crazy person, feeling normal sometimes and then realizing, “Oh, wait. The shape I thought my life had has been completely altered.”
I thought TBID and I loved each other. I thought maybe we had a future.
But we had Play-Doh.
It’s easy to get depressed about losing someone you love. It’s easy to wish that person had been fatally hit by a bus and devoured by vultures. You know, instead of choosing to live his life a few express stops away. Without you.
Memories of the good times duke it out with the red flag instances of dishonesty and selfishness. In the end, I feel knocked out.
Thanks again to everyone who’s been supportive of me.
Thanks, August, for kicking July to the curb.
Thanks, time, for healing all wounds. You may continue.
Hi Amanda,
I’ve read your blog for over a year now (and even started from the beginning) and I wanted to tell you how much I enjoy it and look forward to new posts. I’m sorry about what happened with TBYD but you seem like such a strong person; as cliche as it is, I really think you’ll come out of this stronger and with some more excellent writing under your belt. Keep up the good work and hang in there!
Mary
Mary, thanks for taking the time to leave that comment. It made my day.