Ugh

RIP Tragus piercings.

I had to take them out. They were very important to me, I got them to help get over boy, you see.



This is a sad story so I must tell.
Jarre, the aforementioned boy, and I were together for over 2 and a half years. I loved with with every ounce of my being. I gave him everything I could, often meaning I gave him something instead of doing something for myself. His family loved me, still does. My family loved him, def does not anymore. We had just taken our first class together and spent hours afterwards discussing our plans to move out, marry and procreate. We were beautiful together and couldn't wait to spend the rest of our lives together. Or so I thought. But then, literally the next day I called him after class and he told me he didn't know if he could be wth me anymore. I gave him years of my life and essentially get dumped over the phone. I spent the next week in agony as he tried to decide whether or not we could try to fix things. And what did he do? He not only left me, he blamed me for it. The next day I went to see my favorite piercer Dana to get some new shinies in my traguses (tragi?).



I still don't know exactly what I want or need or am ready for. But I know that I deserve more than Jarre is capable of giving me.

I have started dating again.
Good night, keep loving.