My Final Stretch

This is it.

Three weeks left. Three weeks until I'm gone.

I feel like there's a lot I want to get off my chest, but I don't know an appropriate way to do any of it. So much has happened. It's just all so different. I dunno... I try and live my life with no regret, but the truth is that I will always have regrets.

I've spent the past 4 years trying to get you to love me, but after last night I finally realized that it's never gonna turn out the way I want. I've always tried to stay optimistic about it, but really what is the point? I'm just gonna set myself up to get hurt again, and I don't want that.

TV, the movies, greeting cards all give us this false idea of love, but in reality it's not like that at all. You get hurt, you move on, you find someone new, you get hurt again, but you learn from it all. I've learned, finally.

I'm leaving for two months, so maybe things will change. As of right now, I'm not going to look for "love" anymore. I'm just going to live.

If you're reading this, I love you... I'm just done.