It’s true. I LOVE Justin Timberlake. From my first solo concert as a 12 year child seeing N’SYNC, to my 31 year old grandma self seeing him on Friday night, I still love him and he’s still got it. I was able to score some last second tickets with my BFF and we had THE BEST time! We were surrounded by couples. And all the men were SOO boring. They hating being there and were clearly only there because their wives promised them something in return for bringing them to the show. But not my BFF. He was dancing and actin a fool right along with me.
I’ve been friends with E for almost 5 years now. We met randomly and had out little fling. We would makeout and hook up on occasion, but it was nothing serious. I was WAYYYY more into him, then he ever was me. When I finally realized that, it was heartbreaking to take a step back from him. But I did. And our friendship made it through. He is always down for anything. And he is always there if I need someone to hang with. We always have the best time hanging out and always end up doing the most random, fun things together. And I could not be more thankful for him and our friendship.
I have been in a really bad place lately. I am sad. And I don’t know what it is. I am in a funk. I would rather be home than out. I don’t want to be around people and I just want to cry all the time. This isn’t normal for me. Going through a breakup is hard. And it sucks. And I hate it. But E is always there if I need him. And I am so thankful.
Who are you thankful for? Is there anything that can make my broken heart heal faster? Cause I am STRUGGLIN.
Hope you are enjoying your long weekend!
Hola. And welcome to Fries. A blog about a chic in the South who had her heart broken by a man who didn’t tell her he was getting married in June. That’s right. I fell in love with an unavailable man. I never thought it would happen to me. But it did. He lied. I was dumb. And now he is getting married in June. He still texts me and I’m not strong enough to stop it. We were best friends and it’s hard to let it go. But I am trying. Every damn day I try and forget him. And it is so damn hard. I don’t know if people are going to hate me for it, or love me for being honest about it. It was an honest mistake. We live in different cities and he is great at hiding things. But I am sad. I’m sad I lost someone I thought I was going to be with. I’m sad for the gal he is marrying. She has no idea he is in love with someone else who knows him better than she does.
So Fries it is. I am going to pour my heart into this space and hopefully heal. I am going to get out everything I have bottled up to a bunch of people I don’t know. I feel like it will be easier to be judged by people who don’t know me rather than the ones that love me. Is that messed up? Probably be. But I have got to try something. This heartache shit if for the birds. I hate it. So here I am. Doing this. Talking about stuff that I love, like fries. And well done fries. Always well done. I HATE soggy fries. Give me the crispy fries every. single. time.
I have lived a lot of life in my short 30 ish years and think I have some good stuff to share. I’ll make you laugh some. Cry some. And probably scream a bit too. I am no where close to having it all together. My shit is messy. But isn’t everyone’s? We all have our things that make us messy. I think trying to pretend like we have it all together is lame. Lets be messy together and help each other clean it up.
Thanks for being here. Thanks for helping me heal. I look forward to getting out all my messy shit and learning along the way.
Also, and probably most importantly, I love my fries with MAYO. There. I feel freer already.