So Here I Am.

(again)

This blog used to be my emotional escape. I went through the posts all saved in drafts and went through an emotional roller coaster. It's not hard to remember how I felt before, albeit one year ago. Many things are very different now.

I'm in Melbourne now.

Doing the degree I've been planning to do since I was 15, in the university I aimed to get into. Done with my finals and am now bumming around with some cash and loads of free time.

All my love didn't make him stay.

But now I'm together with the perfect guy (who dumped me in March, not so perfect) and am infinitely happy. Sadly all good things must come to an end one day. I'll enjoy the moment till it fades. And cry while blogging during its afterglow.

The ex is now two exes ago.

And he's happily attached with a really nice guy for quite a long time now. I'm really happy for him. I think they plan on growing fat together(his words not mine). Sometimes on twitter I get the impression that he's not completely over me. Sometimes I feel like he's avoiding me even. Sometimes I think I'm really conceited and vain. 

I'm finally back at the same weight.

This time with abs, a more defined chest and the same kick-ass porn star butt*.

*As rated by my boyfriend and ex and some lesbians and straight guys and friends and girls who have touched or felt my ass or saw me in my undies or speedos or etc.

But yet here I am, needing an emotional sanctuary. Or a fucking manhole (entrance to sewers, not an actual asshole) to dump all my bullshit in. I guess some things just don't change.

Yes, you still have to pretend I'm anonymous.