I'm sorry, love, moving on, and Miss America
Okay first of all, I've been neglecting tumblr, and I feel that I do this so I don't post a bunch of really stupid crap like just lyrics like I do on facebook all the time. I have found that especially if I'm going to make a text post to tumblr I'd rather it have thought and some actual content... with that being said
It's really funny how you can fall in love with someone over 2 days, spontanious love is the best, but then they're in Georgia and you don't even really know each other. Only that during those two days you spent together you felt like maybe you could belong somewhere, someday.
Also, last night I cut up a shirt I'd been holding onto for way to long. I did it because I finally accepted, and am content, with the fact that my first love and I will never be, and because I'm not in love with him anymore. Sure, a small corner of my heart will always be his, but as I cut up the shirt I didn't feel pain, anger, anguish, or hatred. Instead I felt relieved because I'm no longer clinging onto false hope. That was a very symbolic moment for me and I am proud.
Also, and this is completely random, but I used to watch the Miss America contest every year without fail. I don't really care about that either anymore. I feel like when it comes to world issues we should not be turning to women who happen to be beautiful, but instead we should raise awareness and call for change as a group of individuals who see all the hurt and pain and suffering in the world and yet can take the moments of hope we all have and spread love and kindness and make the world a less hostile place for our future generations.
