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Getting Out

I was more F than A or C, but any way you look at it, I was an AFC. An Average Frustrated Chump. I had a crush on a girl named Renee, who lived on my floor in the dorm.

For weeks I lived in agony, wondering if she liked me. I'd make subtle hints and get back subtle responses which weren't nearly conclusive enough for me to do anything about it.

Things came to a head on Friday night. I had to ask her. Not in person, of course. On AIM.

Story of Heartbreak

On Striving For Happiness

So, i've been single for about 2-2,5 years now?

Last time I was dating a girl was the end of my sophomore year. Her name was Lisa. We had a very deep, yet shallow relationship. We were so close to each other we would do ridiculous things like blowing on each others stomach to make fart noises. Well, I did that to her. But she never really knew a deeper side of me. I didn't really share it. I had a strong resentment towards my good friend/Roommate, Allan, at the time, but I only spoke of it a few times. I had insecurities and dreams, but I never shared them. Same goes for her, I think. All in all, it was really shallow, but we were like best friends.

I went through therapy earlier this year, and I started thinking about things I've never thought of before. I've had a lot of bad relationships honestly. I've achieved a lot of my goals, but I've never quite been too comfortable in my own skin. Kind of weird I didnt notice that for 22 years. lol.

I started seeing a girl in Dallas, and then I suddenly moved to Austin. I dated her for a month and told her the day before I was leaving. It was the first relationship I had in about 1 year since dating Gabi. The moving company packed up my stuff while I went to go visit my co-teacher that I taught with at a middle school. She was the only person aside from a few friends that I wanted to say goodbye to. That was it. She yelled at me, and slapped me, and threw my keys at my face.

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