I've returned. Part 1  
12:55am 29/01/2010
 
 
visigothicreign
The last day I wrote in this was the day before Thanksgiving. Since then, I've returned to Florida. My home. As much as I don't like this state, this is my home. My friends are here. My life is here. Lesson learned. I wasn't ready to move on before. Well, I was. But Dana wasn't ready to move on with me. That makes all the difference. Luckily I have a lifeline here. Luckily I'm back. I thank my lucky stars for that. The early morning that I left Oak Harbor, Washington was probably one of the worst. I had to look the woman in the eyes who back stabbed me, took my life, and my dignity. It was quiet. Surprisingly, she drove me to the airport the day she got back. I guess she couldn't deal with having to be around the same person she had completely fucked over. No worries. I couldn't choke down the heart break, either. We didn't speak the whole 2 hours and 15 minutes it took to drive from Oak Harbor to Seattle. Maybe that was for the best. I would have lost it in just about every manner. I gave myself to her in every way, shape, and form for 4 years. She misused my love and trust... as so the story goes, right? I ended up getting groped at the gate to enter the plane, but once that plane took off at 6:15 am, there was no looking back. Nope. Not for me. I don't plan on riding in a plane for a long, long time after that bullshit. Worst seats ever. They left my back and ass hurting for the next 3 days. Not to mention that I left Oak Harbor at 6:15am and landed in Jax at 7:15pm. Since I've been back, things have been amazing. I have been welcomed with open arms by friends old and new. That means more to me than anything else. In Washington, I had no one. Here, I have everyone. I have been pretty happy for the most part. At the airport in Jax, I was picked up by Sierra. I haven't seen her in a couple years. That was so exciting! Then we went to Taco Bell, and I ate fast food for the first time in 8 months! Crazy shit! Then afterwards, we went to the beach and just talked and shivered in the cold. Afterwards, we proceeded to go to her mom's house where I spent the night. The next day, I went to Jeni & Del's house for Thanksgiving where Jeni made everything from scratch. Best ever! I was so surprised to see how big Sofia had gotten. The last time I saw her, she couldn't even walk... let alone barely hold her own head up. Now, she can walk, talk, say her numbers one through ten in English and Spanish! That little girl is amazing! Anyways, later that night, Jeni took me to the apartments where I met up with Chris. If it weren't for that man, I would be walking the street again. So yeah, I fucking owe him. Big time... I gave him a hug when we got inside and I just dropped my shit on the floor. We were about to watch House on the tv, but I passed out not even ten minutes into it. I think the next day was when I met Ashleen. Ashleen is the savior of sorts. She has done so much and she doesn't even blink an eye. I can literally say that I admire and adore her. She's done everything for me, even stood up for my ass. She has two sides to her. One is very quiet and deep in thought, while the other is... hmm.. fiery and very social.

Okay, part two later. Sleep now.
mood: tired tired
music: HIM - Rebel Yell
 
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