Alright

So I am back in Rochester, NY. My boyfriend and I broke up a few days ago. I moved to Ohio to be with him 2 months ago and now I am moving again. Life is funny. It's almost easy for me at this stage because my needs are so basic; get a job, find an apt, buy a car, etc. I have no choice but to do those things. The last time I went through a big bad break-up I wanted to hide from the world. I deleted my facebook account and felt ashamed and embarrassed. This time I don't know how not to be focused. Maybe I'm older and equipped with more foresight but I know everything is going to be OK. I know that whether or not I'm in a relationship is not what defines me, and I also know that it doesn't matter where I live or what I do for a living as long as I'm happy. Now maybe I'm still processing everything, which I'm sure I am, or maybe it's the anger, whatever, I don't want to share a bedroom with my 16 year old brother, nor do I want to burden my parents with all my stuff strewed throughout the house.

I am so thankful for my friends and family. I don't think I can write about it quite yet since I will start crying and well, I don't want to start crying right now, maybe later.