Bitch

Time is a bitch. It seems like only yesterday I was moving into Bruce for the first time and had no idea about what was coming. It's hard to believe that since that day I've been through two girlfriends, two hall of the year awards, numerous friends who have come and gone, two other places of residence, I've seen more and done more than I ever thought I would and I'm only 23. Sometimes you stop and think about how much you have changed in the last few years. I would have to say that I have definitely changed since I was 18. I mean, having your heart broken and having your parents divorce will no doubt change a person. Am I better off though, that's the real question. I suppose in some ways I am. I'm wiser with who I give my heart to and more determined to get the hell out of this town. But maybe I am not as good off as I think. I used to be a lot more out going and friendly back then but now I'm more of a shut in. In large groups I don't speak up like I use to and I find it kinda hard to meet new people now days. Of course that may be because everyone around here is 4-5 years younger than I am. Aren't girls suppose to date older guys? It makes it all the more odd to see people hook up in a matter of days of knowing each other and then me having to go home alone. Everyone keeps saying, "just wait she'll come." Well that's great but none of that helps me now. I'm still sitting here by my self. I still go to bed alone night after night with the only person to keep me company being my Winnie the Pooh. *sigh* Bad enough Son is gone, but now everyone seems to be hooking up lately. What a shitty mood I'm in. Time is a bitch.