Six Years

Yeah, I know that today marks six years of lies. Read the post from this day last year, you'll understand what I mean. It really doesn't bother me like it used to. She had meant something to me, but now I realize that I was being used, and therefore means nothing to me.

I've been free of her influence for 2 years now, nothing she could say or do would affect me. In December it will mark six years of freedom on paper. Janurary marked 2 years of freedom from her in reality.

I'm kinda geting the hang of being single, but the "aloneness" is what I dislike. Why can't I find someone to make me whole again? Am I too hard to get along with? Or is it because I have such high standards for what I want in life?

Oh well, I'll survive and become stronger everyday.

Be good everyone.