Dead or anything close to it. I’ve been busy (if relaxing as much as possible counts as busy) and away from the internet for a long time.
I have these visions of sitting down and writing out a blog post about the past few weeks, but I’m not sure if I’ll get that done before I move.
I’ve made the decision to not continue attending college here (or anywhere else for that matter, at the moment. I may/may not go back to school to finish my degree next year – it depends on a lot of things right now.), and I’m moving back to Wyoming (for the summer) in less than 48 hours.
I’m going through all my things, and I’m seeing all my old memories. So many memories of Kyle and I together. It hurts to think about it. But wading through all the haunted memories is easier with a new future lying on my bed, his eyes following me around the room as I pack my things up, a faint smile on his face.
He’s sleeping now, head resting on one hand with the other hand lying curled in front of him, fingers grasping momentarily before relaxing again, eyes wandering beneath closed lids, mouth twitching slightly, and I keep looking at him, seeing someone so different than who I was with before.
It’s disappointing yet liberating to see the way my life has changed, the different direction it’s going.
Tonight is one of the nights where I question if I’ll mess up again. It’s getting scary noticing that the amount of people ready to catch me when I fall is getting smaller.