never break their hearts, never make 'em cry...

Somehow, I find myself with a near quarter sleeve (I guess half of half of your arm could be constituted as so) of sailor tattoos on a whim, and somehow, I find myself going out and meeting people without even really trying to. I'm slowly getting back into the game, and slowly getting back into dating, and meeting dudes. It's strange, but it's alright, and i'll be fine. As much as there may be a person (or two) that I may be interested in, nobody is really sticking out, unless you count the one who dumped me in a pizza place a few days before Valentine's Day.

And as for him? He's been around, he's helped me when I least want help (nobody wants to be locked out of their apartment when they're trying to drink someone away), and I believe and hope that, with time, it'll be friendly again. Phone calls out of the blue, with apologetic friends I thought were gone forever have helped heal the hurt, and just trying to take a day at a time is working. I'll be alright (without you). Eventually. In the meantime, I need to realize that just because I hurt, I shouldn't hurt myself or other people around me. Just breathe. And live. And love, and always, learn.