Here's my sob story

[That Announcer]

Sorry I'm so late in replying. The party went very well; she actually didn't ignore me at all! However, now I run into another problem. After this summer, I'll be a senior. I planned on graduating from my current school but now am not so sure. On the one hand, my fellow classmates really like me and wanted me to graduate with them. Yet on the other hand, this school holds too many memories of Becca for me to handle. So I'm asking for your help once again. Should I graduate from my current school or arrange to be home-schooled? Thanx!

Oh, no question there, man- go with your pals! Friendship is **** important in everyone's life, and you shouldn't desert all your pals just for one fool girl. I'd say that you should try and forget about Becca, and go have the best year of your life!
-TA

 

[MartyMuppets]

Brian I wish you the very best and I hope you are feeling better in yourself now.
I don't know whether you profess belief in Christianity but I'm a Catholic and as a friend I will pray for you to find peace in your relationships throughout life.
Peace my buddy

 

[Xela]

I went through a similar thing...It's hard, but eventually you will move on.

 

[Princeton]

I made a reference to this in DanDan's "Bedroom Walls" thread, but I really should've posted it here: Becca is OFFICIALLY out of the picture. Somehow, she found out about some (untrue) things I said about her over IM and she never wants to see me or talk to me again. It hurts, but at least I still have our great memories together. Anyway, that was last December, so let's fast-forward to last night:

Picture it: Elkton, 2006, the night of my senior prom. There is a girl in my class (who I USED to be in love with, but she's just one of my best friends, ever; still, her dress last night reaffirmed those feelings, but no matter) named Casey who sat at my table. I'm not really a dancer, just a watcher; plus, I go to a Baptist school, where if you so much as THINK about dancing, you're scuzz. That's why when the DJ said "Get ready for a slow dance" it was a surprise for all. Casey is very outgoing and not exactly immune to my advances. So she runs onto the dance floor (alone) and starts looking around for someone to dance with. I'm sitting at my table, and our eyes meet. She starts walking toward me and pulls me out of my chair. The next thing I know, we're in each other's arms (a first for me) and suddenly all's right with the world. Then, reality sets back in and Casey pulls away from me and dances with somebody else. I guess nothing DOES last forever.

Anyway, I'm over it now, but just thought I'd give y'all an update. Thoughts, feelings, and reflections are welcome.

 

[Princeton]

Not that this really matters, but I made up with Becca. I thought that that would open up so many doors for me, but I ended up just getting over her again. Now, instead of Becca giving me the "never wanting to see or talk to you again" treatment, Casey is now doing that exact same thing. I'll completely understand if this thread gets closed down because of the following story (and that may actually be for the better), but it's about time I put it in writing.

She had a party at the beginning of July, and I was invited (I actually stayed 6 1/2 hours as opposed to the measly 5 for Becca's party). So, the party is winding down, my ride's coming in 30 minutes, it's just me, her, and a few kids from our graduating class. Now, Casey is a very, shall we say, "gifted" individual, and is sitting in her living room talking about how "small" she is. Another thing you should know about her is that she claims that she's "heard and seen it all". So, this one kid says, "Casey, I don't think it's a good idea to discuss this around Brian". So she says, "Actually, I'd like to hear what Brian thinks. Brian?" I had no intention of telling her, but she and everyone else in the room was putting me totally on the spot. So, after five consecutive minutes of me stuttering, I finally spit it out. I won't tell you exactly how I worded it; just rest assured it was EXTREMELY polite. So, she goes, "That's fine, that's fine", my ride comes, and I assume I'll see her later. Come to find out, she wants nothing else to do with me. Every day yields a little more much needed healing time to get me through the next couple of weeks before I go to college. Just an update for y'all.

 

[Ilikemuppets]

I guess that just life, we live, learn, move on, give second chances, forgive. Hang in there man.