Well here we are, a million years later...or so it seems.
I was reading my last post and un-surprisingly, not a lot has changed since then.
I wish I could say otherwise, but I can't.
I discovered Adele's new Album, 21, and it's all I've been listening to.
It's absolutely incredible. Every song about her ex/break-up/feelings, and I understand whole-heartedly.
It hits hard, and closer to home than any other entire album I've ever listened to.
I'm still a mess, still single, and still wishful thinking.
It seems pretty pathetic to keep on posting these self-pittying rants, but better talking to a computer screen than boring everyone else with it?
I feel like a lot could've went differently since January. A LOT.
No one seems worth trying for - I've had SO many ups and downs and all-around since then that I probably wouldn't know what to do if a well worth it relationship opportunity slapped me in the face.
Sure I can sit around and wish and hope for someone to come along and sweep me off of my feet and make me happy and make "it all disappear", but that wish alone makes me sick.
Why does it matter? Why isn't being single and being a kick-ass hard working mom good enough?
Who knows, who knows.
It's 2:22am, this is a bit ridiculous.
Take it all with my love,
Macy
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