A Bitter Welcome

     Hi you guys. It's me again, that is if you ever remember me. I know, I know. I went a whole month without posting, and I'm sure you guys were absolutely ravenous for one of my classic posts. And I apologize for not being here, I do! But the important thing is that I'm here, now.

     So where to begin?

     Well, I suppose an update is in order. After the Christmas holidays were over, I sort of became enveloped in work and college (as always). My schedule is so messed up now. I was so used to having everything at night, then I had to schedule my classes during the day time. So not only was that an issue, but my relationship with Tim became strained.

    Should I venture into that story yet? Perhaps I should. I've got to warn you, it doesn't have a happy ending.
  
Okay here goes nothing:

      Well a while back, Holly, my best friend of four years, got a job at Arby's along with Tim. He and Holly hit it off from the very beginning. They enjoyed doing the same things, hanging out with the same people, and even had the same sense of humor.

     Now, keep in mind that Timmy and I are very different (as am I with Holly). We barely have anything in common when it comes to interests and humor, but we love each other to no ends.

     So, Tim became more and more enveloped in this growing relationship he had with Holly. Eventually, they had become best friends. Eventually, they grew closer than I was with Holly.

     There was a time when Holly and I were unquestionably loyal to each other. We were always there for one another, always kept each others secrets. But this new friendship that she and Tim had developed would soon outdo the one that we had. Tim became her confidante and pretty soon there were no secrets between them, even the ones that I had trusted with Holly alone.

     A bitterness grew withing my body. I began to get jealous. Not only of their friendship, but also of the amount of time that they spent together, away from me. All the secrets that hey had. All the things holly had told him, but would no longer tell me. It nearly drove me insane.

     When the second semester of college started again, my time was thinned extremely. I wanted all of my time to be with Tim, and I could sense us drifting apart. He began to spend more and more time away from me, and I was left alone. But to me, he was never alone. He had Holly.

     Soon, Tim and I began to argue. We fussed over almost anything. Eventually, he moved out of my house, and in with Holly. So they were spending their days together at her house and their nights together at work. I began to feel abandoned, and so I slipped into a pretty deep depression. I began to lose interest in almost everything. I just wanted to cry all the time. Nothing was the way it was supposed to be.

     I looked over the blogs of the old days, remembering a time when Tim and I were together almost all of the time. Things were so simple then.

     I tried to make appointments for Tim and I to be together, alone. Sometimes the plans fell into place, most of the time they didn't and that caused me to become angry with him. To me, It was almost as if he'd lost interest in me altogether.

    I sent him a message describing my unhappiness. Tim then told me that he had felt this moment coming, and so he decided it was in both of our best interests to split up. He told me that I needed someone that could give me the attention I deserved.

      The thing is, I don't want anybody else's attention but his. It's too late now. We've already broken up, and he's informed me that there's a pretty good chance that we won't get back together.

     I'm still stuck with him, though. He's in my thoughts, in the dark recesses of my mind when I'm alone, in my dreams even. It amazes me to see how resilient he is to my absence. It seems not to even bother him.
I guess I'll just move on, though