It has been quite sometime now that I woken up thinking about him. I miss it. The physical. We didn’t have that much emotional connection which honestly would make the relationship better. It’s a shame. There is part of me that I wanted to fix it. Why though. Why. Why exactly I don’t know. There is a question of whether I am simply not clever to go back. Or I haven’t really ask someone to come back into my life. Last time was when I tried to compromise. When I tried to convince. I had a feeling that he didn’t really care. What about me, did I care enough? Maybe not either. Perhaps we were both infatuated. Perhaps I did care for him. Perhaps I love him? Or maybe not. I don’t know. There is a part of me that wanted to start over. Why. Why go back to the pain. He didn’t really come back. What should I do. My sister didn’t like him. Honestly he seemed like someone who I may not even liked. What do I even like about him. Sometimes he is considered. He hugged me. He took me to places. He can sometimes did things he didn’t really want to. Is it a good idea for me to ask him all these questions.
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I am pursuing a bachelor degree at Texas Tech University. I am majoring in General Studies on a Pre-Medical track. I want to be a surgeon. I started this blog my sophomore year of college in my dorm's laundry room while machines were running loudly, however, I was still able to focus on what's important--starting my first ever blogging experience. I was reading an article about how students can often get stuck in college life while becoming oblivious to what's going on outside or once they graduated. I want this blog to be a mean of investment, but it has turned to be something so much more. It has become my personal, 22 dollars annually therapist sessions. It has become my supportive-best friend. I am interested in sharing my experiences (brokenness, happiness) as well as connecting with you. Hopefully, my site and stories can benefit you. I hope that my experiences (heart breaks, boys' problems, disappointments) reach you. I prayed that through hard times, we're still hopeful, knowing that we serve an unchangeable, constant, never-ever-changing God of the universe. I hope that my experiences and honesty can touch, reach, and love you. It is through this brokenness that makes me excited to live and keep going. My uttermost importance in life is to live a meaningful life full of growth. No matter which allies I get lost in, I know I will eventually find the hill. I live for the sole purpose of growth, until I die. People can say I'm delusional or whatever, I don't care. I know I am living my LIFE. It's MY LIFE and I am the protagonist of my story. No one is going to write it for me. I always wanted to travel. I hope to be able to do that in the future. I have this passion to help the sick (mentally and physically) and to help them redeem their life once more--to give them a chance to live a better life and to make a better decision. To give them a chance to love themself better just like God has given me uncountable chance to live again, again, and again, and again. I don't want to just live life, I want to LIVE LIFE. I want to experience it all. View all posts by MyPitching.Blog
