Hiii everyone and happy weekend. As you can tell, I’m not feeling too hot right now. If you can recall from my last post, I mentioned being reunited with someone very special to me during my white girl wasted night, so let me go into further detail about that sob story…

Once upon a time in the winter I had the pleasure of meeting one of the most amazing guys ever. I fell head over heels for him but unfortunately things ended on a somewhat sour note. (Not like I wanted it to, of course.) Anyways, after things ended I never really heard from him again, which really hurt me – but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t think about him often and I missed him very much. Eventually it made me too sad to see his posts on Facebook, so I ended up unfollowing him so I wouldn’t see any of his statuses on my newsfeed, but he could still see mine. #SWAG So during white girl wasted night, after I threw back a bottle of wine AKA “liquid courage” I finally worked up the balls to text him. He replied back, and I learned that he was moving back to Florida this weekend to be with his mom and have a fresh start. We texted for a bit more and he asked if I wanted to hang out, and the answer to that was on obvious YES. I’m honestly convinced that we were supposed to see each other before he left…I mean think about it – if I didn’t drunk text him, I would have never known that he was leaving because he was unfollowed on Facebook and we weren’t in touch. (This is the one time that a drunk text has resulted in something good!) He always talks about how things are meant to happen and whatever and I really think that our final hang out was seriously meant to happen. It was so good seeing him and being able to tell him the things that were bothering me. We could have sat in silence all night and I would have been happy. I cried like a bitch so much that night…I just couldn’t help it. I felt so overwhelmed seeing him again with good and bad emotions and I was drunk so that didn’t help either. My heart aches at the thought of him being so far away, but I’m thankful that seeing him for the last time resulted in happy memories that I can cherish. When I got home yesterday morning, I showered and then proceeded to get into bed to cry all day. Lucky for me, I have an amazing sister because she did her damndest at cheering me up. She took me to Taco Bell, dyed my hair, listened to my sob story over and over again, and cuddled me real good before I fell asleep. She’s obviously the best sister ever. I feel somewhat better, but it still hurts I guess. When I walked into the kitchen a bit ago, I was clearly upset and finally caved and told my mom what was bothering me and instantly started crying again. I’m starting to annoy myself, because I never cry over guys. I’ve never really felt strongly enough about any of the guys or girls who I’ve dated to shed a tear over them, let alone a million. And all in the course of a day and a half? Ugh, hello heartache. I feel somewhat stupid, because we weren’t even seeing each other for that long, but I can’t help the way I feel, ya know? Believe me, if I could control my emotions I would have never let myself be swept off my feet by him. It’s whatever, I guess. Nothing is going to make him come back to Ohio and I probably won’t see him again for a very long time – if ever. I just have to accept it and move on, but it’s hard. It’s so fucking hard. #fml

Alright crew, I’m off to do homework and be a whiny baby for the day so I will talk to you all later. I hope all of you have a wonderful weekend! Have any of you had a situation similar to mine? How did you deal with someone you care about moving away? I want to hear from all of you, so leave me a comment and let’s chat! Much love. -Sarah