On Growing Up and Moving On

You'd have to be a complete moron not to notice that the last few posts I've had on here have consisted of ridiculous song lyrics, most of which recounted some form of being treated like shit, and moving on. I'd like to say that I've been acting in accordance with the songs, but it really wasn't until today that I've been 100% behind the message they all give: Fuck with me, and it's game over for you.

I also wish I could say that it was only one area of my life that the songs apply to. However, as pathetic as it sounds, it's not. It's multiple arena's. It seems as though I generally pick shit people to befriend and love. I'm not entirely sure why I do that, but I would like to think it's not necessarily a personal fault, per say. I think my problem is that I am too trusting. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and usually think people deserve more than one chance. As it turns out, I probably should have heeded the warning signs. They were there. A true friend wouldn't need more than once shot to prove their merit. I know that now, and I won't make the same mistake again.

I a truly tired of being treated like the bad guy, when all I've been trying to do is make everyone happy. It's really frustrating when you put yourself on the line, heart and soul, and get the big R; rejected.

It's made more frustrating by the fact that back home I know I've got this amazing support base. I have the best family, and the best friends, and they'd do anything for me. They'd never let me get treated this way, walked over this way, abused this way. My sister would crack some skulls, trust me. She told one guy he had a vagina bigger than Rosie O'Donnell, okay? That's a damn big vagina. That's a damn good sister.

But I digress.

As shit as my life can be sometimes, in terms of how people treat me, there is always a silver lining. I've got some promising things on the horizon already. :)

School has been alright lately. It hasn't been anything to write home about. I'm making it through all right. Next week is my last week with my year 11s, then they are off for their exams. That will mean two less classes for me, which is going to be heavenly. I will be able to get a lot more done at school, which means my social life will pick up considerably (or at least be able to. I need to make more non-teaching friends for it to really pick up).

I'd write more, there is a ton to tell, but I really am in no mood for it.

Ta.