There comes a certain point in ones life when you sit back a think, "What do I really have going for myself here?".
That's basically where I am in my life.
Going back to Virginia could be either the best thing I have ever done or the biggest mistake I have ever made.
I'm hoping for a happy medium or the best.
I'm tired of being jobless, single, carless and having to rely on my parents to get me by.
I want to feel independent again.
I want to explore my possibilities of finding REAL love.
I want to be somewhere that the sun shines more then it doesnt.
I want to stand on the beach and feel the wind blowing through my hair again.
I want to tan while everyone else goes in the water because I am scared to death of sharks, not to mention I dont want to have to get peed on by anyone and jellyfish are all over the place in that water.
I want to be able to see my best friend whenever she and I have time again and not whenever she or I gets the chance to go 14 hours away.
I want to feel alive again.

Now, a lot of people already know, but none of them have acted as selfish and uncaring as a certain supposed female "friend" of mine.
Here's what she has to say about me moving:
"I dont care. Go. I'm so over it. I'm over trying to make time for you. You always have something better to do. Dont worry about the concerts. See you when I see you."
My reply:
"Ah, ok. This your way of making me feel like shit for wanting to be happy and making it easier on youself in the process? I told you to call me this week so we could hang and you never did"
Her:
"Why do I have to call? I always call. It'd be nice to know I'm wanted for once. But, I'm not fighting with you. It's stupid. Later."

******Let me take a time out to remind everyone that I dont have a job and she does so that is*******
********why I asked her to call. Not because I dont care about her or because I'm too busy*********

My reply:
"I think I have you figured out. As long as you are happy it's perfectly ok for me to be miserable"
Her:
"If that's what you want to believe Miss Martyr. I'm happy with my life regardless of you being in it or not. As I said, I'm not fighting so your victim role isnt working on me. Take it elsewhere."
BITCH
*I had to practice for a play so I was busy for a couple hours after her last text so it took a while for me to reply*
Me:
That's so very typical of you. Whatever."
Her:
"Like I said, I'm not fighting. Silly of you to bring it up so much later than the argument. Besides, you seem hostile. I'm not mad at you, just over you."
*HOSTILE? Really? At this point my heart has basically broken and I am nowhere near hostile. Sad? Dissappointed? Sick to my stomache? Definately. But, hostile? No way.*
Me:
"You are mad at me. Over something really silly. It took me that long to reply because I was busy."
Her:
"No. I'm really not mad at you. I could truly care less."
****Oh really? And is THAT why you brought it up and said all of those mean, hurtful things to me? Because you dont give two craps? I effing BET.****

I didn't respond to that one and I have only said a few words to her on facebook chat since then.
I just dont quite understand what is so wrong with me being happy...