So, I have finished finals and hell… I think I did alright, not the best, but alright. I ended up with good grades, or will….a gpa higher than a 3.0. So that’s good.
I’ve been done with school for about a week now and it’s been quite tough for me. I’ve been trying my best to lose weight. Its hard to be an active person if you have to babysit a lot and your parents make unhealthy foods.
Anywho, after finals, my friends and I had a end of the year party. It was awesome and my boyfriend came (yes, we’re still together) and after that I had double dates and motived myself to work out every morning and run or jog for at least 3 to 5 miles every day. It’s not easy.
I’m also on the bootea teatox and it’s really easy to manage. So I’m glad I decided to do this one. I’m trying get my best not to eat meat so I can lose weight faster.
After that, I had club meetings and also a friends birthday today. It was a good day.
But on the back of my head, I’ve been thinking a lot about my relationship. We stumble through a lot of problems, such as breaking up and not loving each other anymore. Thing is, it’s more of a unrequited love. He doesnt. And I do. Simple as that.
We came to the conclusions of our flaws and what we do that make things worse and actually rebuilding everything that was destroyed. But how can you rebuild something when two people doesn’t feel the same way about each other.
Honestly, I feel like he and I are just crawling through crumbs of what we had build before we both loved each other, to find one another to love. And once we can love, we can start building.
He’s not the type to want to listen about my week or about my life. I hope one day, he will want to hear about my life and about me. I feel like all he wants is me being skinny. Or losing weight. I want someone that loves me for me. Not for something I will become later.
I haven’t talked to him about these things. But, maybe he’ll decided to pass by to see what I’m writing.
Because I can’t or not even allowed to talk to my own boyfriend about my life and frustrations, I talk to other friends. And there’s 3, from all other that country. And 1, near me. But it’s hard to choose friends that will tell you either what you want to hear, what you want to forget, what you mistaken, or what you should realize.
Well time for bed. Sleeping late will also make me fat. Sigh.