It's 3am & I'm feelin all sorts of emo. Been thinking alot about
everything. School & someeee..thing/person/one.
School wise - I honestly don't know what I'm doing and I envy those who have the slightest idea and foot in the direction they wanna go in. At least they have an idea as opposed to me. Been thinking a lot about the what if's of becoming something I've been fighting off for the last how many years of my life all because of what? Pride. All because I don't wanna do it cause everyone else doing it. But what if I'm supposed to? What if .. compared to the other 200+ kids in the nursing program here at William Paterson University, I'm the one who's ready & willing to put their whole heart in it? Then I started thinking about the whole thing, the whole picture. Would I be ready & willing to just drop everything here and go to a place nothing like it? Would I be able to drop everything I've known for the last three years and just get up and go? Whole heartedly, I can honestly say I can't. But there's something I know that I would totally be ready & willing to get up and leave everything for. COOKING. Shitttt, I know I barely have experience in the kitchen besides baking, but its stuff like that excites me. It's being in the kitchens & high end food markets that really excites me. I love being around it. I'm stuck. Psychology isn't what I want. If it's really something I wanted to do, then I'd be taking all these super crazy credits for it. I'd be super excited to be majoring in it and super motivated to do what I have to do -- but I'm not. I chose Psych because that's what I need in order to get my masters in Speech Pathology. But it's not what I really want. With my third year here, where does that leave me? Do I continue doing what I'm doing only because I'm pretty much in it (I have 2 years left of psych, plus another 2-3 years with speech pathology)? Do I move on and do nursing, leaving behind everything I've known these last few years? Or do I finally get the balls to put my foot down and tell my parents what I really wanna do is cook for the rest of my life because that's where my true happiness sits? I'm Stuck & helpless.
I've been thinking a lot about something.. okay fine someone also.. & everything that happened between me & him. I hate bringing this up cause I feel like I'm always talking/thinking about it as much I try not to. I don't wanna say I regret it, cause I really don't regret anything I do in my life. But this is something I just wish I thought twice about. Don't get me wrong, I take it now as lessons learned but it's one of those things God had to make me learn, but it started waaaybackwhen I was still in that "haaAy girl! crushin type mind frame" Didn't think much of it, until I started to look back on it & then realized - DUH, there was something there. Okay fastforward to '07 & the beginning '08 with the "okaysomethingwasthere" mindframe. Random phone calls & text msgs, lightswitch emotions & confusing type bullshit. Didn't believe it at first, but then it started getting real good. He started to prove me wrong.. one minute "Gimme a chance, it'll be different" & then the next, the usual nothingness. Built up only to be broken down. Fastforward to the summer. Put me on that giddy type business. I knew what he wanted but still went with it. WHY? Because I liked knowing that I had him around my finger. Stupid stupid me. Did something I didn't think I'd do & then what? Besides already knowing that I've had some type of feelings for him, I copped some more feelings. FUCK - big mess. Being there - even bigger mess. Destructive for me emotionally, but I really had to deal. I was low beyond low. Talked it out or so I thought we talked it out. "So what now?" "What do you mean what now?" "Say what you wanna say or else you'll never be able to say it." FUCK. I shoulda said it. I thought I had more time to. I thought I'd be able to pull him aside for even 5minutes and say "LISTEN. THIS IS WHAT I'M THINKING & THIS IS WHAT I'M FEELIN." Too bad the last day I saw him, my pride took over. I walked around like "NIGGAS AINT SHIT" feeling like "HEY! The old me is back! The old me before this mess came along!" When I saw him, I smirked at him and walked away thinking "HAAAA ! You don't phase me," of course that came with the whole PRIDE deal. & then I left feeling like shit. Thought there'd be time for some last minute fun, but no. Thought there'd time for me to go back to him & finally share what I really felt, but no. It didn't go the way I thought it'd go.. not at fucking all. As much as I still wanted to be there knowing that HE was there, I wanted to get out. Never will forget the day I left. It broke me to tears: "You give it one more chance, just like the time before. But he already knows you'd give hundred more, until that night in bed . You wake up a sweat. You're racing to the door, can't take it anymore. I was burned, but I called it a lesson learned." & then the "biggest mess" happened. FUCK. Hahah okay so whatever got over it. I guess it was a test to see what he'd do but he didn't give two shits about it. It definately showed me his character & how he'd react.. "GOD FORBID." What a disappointment. But despite the fact that the "biggest mess" happened, I STILL have the urge to just run back. & hope he'd be there to run to Call me weak, but there's always that one person who'll keeps fucking up, but you'll still keep going to them. The only difference is that even if you keep running to that person, he's never there. Fuckfuckfuck. Complicated situations.
&then it came to me. Maybe I'm just doing what girls do, overanalyzing things but this is the only thing that seems logical. Sometimes you have to end things right before they begin. Sometimes as much as you want it for yourself - you just pretend to act the opposite of what you really feel just so you don't end up getting hurt. Maybe by cutting it off right before you knew you could start to cop feelings, you'd salvage your own feelings and save yourself some time by not hurting & dwelling over the past & shoulda coulda wouldas. I don't even know if that makes sense, but in my head it does. Sometimes you have to end things just so you don't catch the emotional destruction. Maybe that's what he did. Maybe he played dumb acting like he didn't know what/how I really felt just so he could get me to think it's nothing. UGHHH IDK! Okayokayokay I'm done. I'm done. That's it. That's ittttt. Idk.
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