I don't know what to title this.
I don't even know what to say.
The last month of my life has been hell.
Jorge cheated on me.
Lied about it straight to my face for 10 months.
I found out, via a stranger, forgave him, and stayed.
He left.
I booked a flight to Colorado for the next day, just to get away. I'm a runner.
Dyed my hair blonde.
He came back, said he loved me and he'll never make the mistake of leaving again.
I believed him.
He left again.
And now he's gone for good, not so much that it's his decision, but mine.
And now I'm home, sitting in my room for the first time.
I've gone through a million moods this week. But here, I think, is my final perspective;
This is a good thing. I am a person who will keep every promise I make, regardless of the circumstances. I never would have left, and I honestly believe that. I would have stuck it out forever. But I didn't get to make that decision, and he pushed me out into this scary thing I've decided to call freedom, and god damn it, I am going to have some fun with it. Although its not what I would have chosen, this is a good thing :) I'm going to live the hell out of this summer. I am DONE being told what to do, or who I can hang out with, or when I can go out....anything. Fucking done.
So, basically, an update was all this is.
Brace yourself for reading the works of a new person.