time: 9:49pm
date: I actually don't know.
I am currently in front of my laptop, thinking and seeking my innermost being on what to type. I would want to smoke but I don't know how to and I don't like the smell and taste in the first place.
Agenda: To move on.
My ex and I just broke up. Wanting to forget about him, I went to Chilliwack with a friend for the long weekend. My life has never been the same.
Plan A: Quit my ware washing job.
I am currently working at the hospital as a dishwasher. But my co-workers think that I don't belong there simply because i am young and I had so much to offer. "Nobody belongs there." I thought to myself.
Plan B: Choose to be happy.
To be honest, I am still somber about the break up. I miss him. The "old" him. I feel like I've created a monster! Until now, I still don't know why this would happen.
Plan C: Learning to love myself.
Not to be selfish, but I have observed that in order to love others truly is I must first truly love and appreciate myself. And that all that matters is what I feel about the people around me. A quote from a friend says...
"Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. It still doesn't mean anything. What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you say you love, that's what matters. It's the only thing that counts."
