Wishing only wounds the heart.
I swear...fate is almost always never on my side. You know that saying "anything that can go wrong, will go wrong"..yeah..story of my life. And I'm not just saying that. I promise...it's just how my life goes...and I hate it!
I could name off a list for you from college troubles to mother nature (from Aunt Flow to the stupid snow....I still blame those 7 mirrors I broke as a child)
For example. I have been looking forward to this weekend for like a month now.
Why?
Because it would be the first time in a month I'd get to spend a couple of days with Devon alone.
And of course...There's a snow storm to hit this weekend. Sure...I could have risked it, but I didn't want to end up getting stranded again...(another example...we won't get into that)
And so here I am...moping around feeling sorry for myself. Am I sad that I don't get to see Devon? Yes. Is it the end of the world? No. Do I hate that we are 110 miles apart? Absolutely. Am I strong enough to handle it? Most of the time. I never thought it'd be this difficult.
However...I think what I'm most disappointed in is that I seem to ALWAYS get excited about something and get my hopes up always to have them crushed and fall through. I guess that's the risk you take when being the dreamer that I am....
So as I cried for most of the day...I realized that a good cry can be good. It's been a long time and I had a lot of emotions and feelings and stresses and thoughts I needed to get out.
With that being said...I'm going to bed.
