Alright. I wrote this really long and complex thing about what's been going on lately and then I figured why the hell give a long version when I just as well give a quick brief, save anyone who would be reading the bother of scrolling and stinging eyes. Hi, by the way, it has been a long time. Sorry - to anyone who cares - that I disappeared like that. I really wanted to keep writing, I just couldn't. Now when I've licked my wounds for a little while it's time to get back on track. Let's dive into it shall we.
I just feel like I need to at least give an explanation to my disappearance and that is unfortunately this specific event(s). I'll just go for the one-to-three-sentences-explanation here alright, quick and painless. The boy I moved to Australia with decided to, nine months later, tell me he bought a prostitute on my birthday while I was unconscious in a bathtub last year. And apparently he also had fun with another miss even before we moved. And got a little too carried away with his aggressions when I gave him a second chance. So, here I am. I am well aware some girls would put up with this but hey, I'm not one of them, it went too far. I gave that boy my everything and I got a literal zero in return. Put up with shit to find out it was all for absolutely nothing, too bad. I believe my debt to karma is now repaid. Honestly, it was the worst. It still is the worst, but I'm coping and it's all cool. He sucks, though. Really, really bad but I probably deserved it for some shit I've done earlier. I wasn't really what I wish I was as a teenager (or maybe I was a cunt in a previous life). Again, debt to karma repaid alright. I ain't putting up with more of this shit.
So, yeah, at least he made it to the top of the worst love stories I get to tell. Congratulations. It's a great laugh though. It is funny. In a lot of ways. Haha, it hurts ouch, haha. Anyway, hi. I have missed this so, so much. Just sitting down with a cup of tea and writing worthless bullshit and actually being able to write it. Damn, it's been a long time. I should be studying, but who cares I wanted to get this entry out of the way because it's been blocking me for such a long time now. So, quick update then I suppose:
Obviously, I got my own place after we broke up. I'm currently living in another townhouse with... I'm not even sure how many housemates I have, no energy to count. Will do until it's time to tell stories about them, though. Anyway we're sharing backyard with our neighbour house and I live in the backyard so, yeah, a lot of people. My room is super cozy though, I love it. I have my very own sink inside, so convenient seriously, and my own little porch right outside my door. I'm soon hitting the middle of trimester four (go me, go studies!!!) and I've realised I hate cooking food for only myself. I just end up not cooking. Ready to eat microwave food, hell yeah. Oh, and holy hell I've got stories to tell since I became a single lady. It's not been too long since me and my ex actually moved apart, about a month I think and holy hell I've never gotten this much attention in my entire life. Or, well, I have but not at the same time like this in such a short time. Being single in Sydney is crazy. People are extremely... Bold. They dive right in without even getting any sign of interest, without any easing in to the zone and just... straight in and hope for the best. There are no tactics what so ever in the guys around here. Or at least not the ones I've encountered lately. I'm glad to be back anyway and life is looking alright as of right now.
Alright, have this sweet song to blast and have a good one!