Honestly, right now I SHOULD be packing to head back to Jacksonville tomorrow morningbut I'm not, of course
I'm doing what I have become a master at, procrastinating.
So instead of packing, or actually studying for my nursing exam that I think is Monday (but hoping is Tuesday), I'm sorting through what seems my entire life stuffed under my bed. I love going through old things like photo albums, fashion magazines, makeup, and most important..... journals.
I started reading both of my journals I kept, one starting when I was 10 and another started when I was in 9th grade. I laughed at most of the entries, but some just really blew my mind.
Apparently I had 4 terrible years in high school, but now that I look back on it, it doesn't even matter now. I read a few entries where I complained of being so hurt and feeling like things would never get any better, but I cant even remember what made me so upset.
I gives me such reassurance that it really does eventually stop hurting.
I needed that so much, especially since I shared a cup of coffee and a short conversation with Dylan today.
We had 2 good years together with ups and downs. I'm ready to let it go, but never forget.
I'm ready to take a chance with somebody new, but not rush into anything.
I still hurt, but I now know that it will stop one day, and I'll look back on it and just laugh at how miserable I was.
Richmond deserves a 2nd try
I deserve to be happy go lucky Julie again
I'm ready.
