So I will write it here so it will never happen again. Remember future self. If you read this you be smart and live an honest life.
October, November, December 2011. Senior year.
The year everything ended. So does that mean 3 years is max? Freshmen to junior year. or Sophomore to Senior year.
Let's hope this is the last time.
From the sixth grade onwards I had this big big crush on this one guy in my elementary school. It was great. First love. Writing in my diary everyday for 3 years straight because I was too shy to say anything to him. Then I became a creepy stalker. Then I became his friend/tutor. Then I became that special someone. Then everything went downhill senior year.
Weird I never got over the fact about how hurt I was. Yet I forgot all the happy times.
After the first love crashed and burned I was never quite the same. I grew more afraid and paranoid. For the last three years I would question and wonder myself "am I too nice, am I too mean? I should be nicer. No i should be more strict. I should be cautious and be careful of any signs. I should just not care."
Occasionally I would get flashbacks myself three years ago. Zombie like. Miserable I wonder how I survived. Good friends? Thanks friends. No thanks bad friends.
Back to my point. After that year I was never the same. So I got accepted to a really good university, premed. Had my whole life in front of me. Yet I was never myself. The girl before all the madness. The girl with bright dreams and ambitions.
To myself, I have became a monster. Who is that girl? What happen to being independent and strong and why do you need someone to make you feel like you are worth something? Why are you crying and giving up? Nothing destroy your confidence. Not even when daddy told you that you wouldn't get into a good school or when that girl from junior high walked you out to the middle of the soccer field to say "you can't hang out with us." You just said okay and walk to the school library pick up a book and read. And by the end of junior high, the strange A'ss on your report card meant something. You practically read all the books in the library, had a dream of living in the library, being a librarian, attending medical school.Honestly you were alone- independent, unnoticed, but very happy. There was nothing better than a good book and rubrix cube.
I miss you Miss Stayed up all night to read. Miss who never said a bad word. Miss worse fear was getting her book taken away. I miss you.
Back to my point. In college, I lived as the scarred highschool student who never got over what happened senior year. I have trust issues. I don't trust the boys and I definitely don't trust the girls. Sure I was still stubborn, loud yet scared. I masked my fears with my smiles and jokes. I befriended everyone. I wanted friends. I needed friends.
I was everything I wanted to be. I reached my intermediate goals. I am my own hero.
Yet I am still scared, afraid, and paranoid.
Honestly. I never got over the hurt, betrayed feelings of senior year of high school. It has been three years. They are probably together and happy. Meanwhile I lived the past three years missing the person I was six years ago.
So much lie to say I have gotten over it. I am not mad.
I am disappointed. I felt betrayed.
For the next two years I want to be myself again. I will think about what happened in october november december 2011 over and over again. Until I stop feeling angry, afraid, and scared. Then I can be myself.
I miss you.