Cithara-hime

I'm a genius. Let me explain why. On Monday, the first day of school in a new year, I did something very special. Something to reaffirm that 2014 is going to be an awesome year. It's something that I think will only happen once, because of its brilliant simplicity. I fell down the stairs at school. ... Yeah, I did. And I twisted my ankle to boot. Best idea ever, haha... It's not too bad. I had a bit of trouble walking in the beginning, but now, I can walk normally. As long as I don't run or jump too much, I actually don't feel any injury at all. That sad part is that I can't really do any kickboxing, sooo I'll have to wait for a bit. Hopi

December is here already, is it? Oh my, and I still haven't gotten any gift-shopping done! I am so screwed. Things have been a blur since my last journal entry. It feels so strange to run into my ex at school, watching him avoid me like the plague. I must say, his evasion skills are rather spectacular, but not good enough that I never see him. In moments of weakness, I look forward to those brief moments where I see him. I yearn to somehow catch his eye again, but it never happens. And after it doesn't happen, I scold myself thoroughly. More than anything, I want him to stop his stupid "I'm such a bad boy, I take drugs and smoke now" attitud

Um... so... It has been two months since my boyfriend broke up with me. I suppose my fears were not without reason; they were his way of giving me signs that set off the warning bells in my head. I am now single again, and well... I don't really know what to do with myself. It's mostly my fault, really. I let my boyfriend consume all my time. I should never have let myself become so blinded by the relationship. But anyways, to all you fellow teenagers out there with a breakup (or mutliple breakups) under your belt... You have my full sympathies. I have been trying to fill my time with activities. I'm fully intent on starting kickboxing (be