Withdrawals

I'm having serious withdrawals from lack of watching him:

He clearly misses me too. 

Zola

Leave it to Derek and Meredith to have the cutest child alive.

Summer 2012

This Summer has been very busy. Here's a quick re-cap.

I worked here:

 

and here:

and here:

I went boating with her: 

and her:

I hung out with them:

and her:

I had to say goodbye to him: 

and him:

and him:

and him:

All in all it's been a GREAT summer. I'm still in denial about the fact that school starts Tuesday. I'm not ready for the change Senior Year is going to bring, but bring it on anyways. I just hope Senior Year is as great as everyone says. Here we go!

The Comfort

Isn't it amazing the comfort we get from a bed? It's as if we think that by burying ourselves under the covers everything will go away. Whatever our problems are go away for those few moments.

Maybe that's why it's so hard to get out of bed, because we'd rather stay in bed all day and not have to face the world.

Meredith Grey

Yet another show has taken over my life, Grey's Anatomy. When you get so involved in a T.V. show you almost want to be that character. I wanted to be like Rory Gilmore and now I want to be like Meredith Grey.

 

I so wish I could say things the way she does....

 

Some characters just make you want to be better, that's Meredith Grey for me.

The Lying Game

Have you ever thought about why we lie? Why we lie to not only others, but also to ourselves? A very wise Meredith Grey once said, "We lie because the truth...the truth freaking hurts."

I think we lie to protect ourselves or to protect others. Perfect example:

I have a friend who has had her heartbroken recently. I'm also friends with the boy that broke her heart.When I hear things about what he's doing now or who he's dating, I'm always torn. Do I tell her about it? Or do I wait until she finds out on her own? Either way, she's going to be hurt.

We all say we would rather the person just tell us. Because that would make it better, right? But no matter where the news comes from its still going to suck.

 

Maybe, things really would be easier if our noses grew when we told a lie. 

One Year

It's been one year since we started talking again. Since he signed my yearbook:

It's kind of insane how much can change in one year. How many memories can be made and how many tears can be shed. Part of me smiles at the memories while the other part of me wants to curl up and cry. A couple of months ago I would have told you I was over him, but as the one year mark approached I realized I wasn't over him. Not even close.

It's hard for me to imagine not having him around this summer. It's hard to think about the adventures we had last year and not being able to have those same adventures this year. I've spent a year hoping that what I had with him was going to eventually come back, when deep down, I knew it never would.

What he wrote in my yearbook this year proved that everything had changed.

I often ask myself if I miss him or the feeling I had when I was with him? Truth is, I liked who I was when I was with him.

 

Maybe, one of these days I'll be able to see him and feel nothing. One can only hope.