Man, it's late.
Since a new year has begun, I was transferring pictures from my phone onto the computer and caught on to the "reminiscent mood". I started to look at... my ex-files (hahahaha). Of course I could only look through a couple of those things before I start cringing and click away.
Sometimes I wonder what it was between James and I. Or what the fuck he was even thinking. Guess it's probably better to just know he's a stupid boy.
It's funny. I saw Edward a couple of days ago at Lawrence's birthday thing. I felt a little awkward still, but I think that's just totally me. He's getting married! It's crazy to think that people around me are starting to get to that stage. Happy for him though.
When Michelle was talking about Kalvin last night and how she wanted to stay friends with him. It made me think about Charles. I want to see what he's up to.. but I'm not sure if we can be friends or not. I also feel like my window of opportunity for that has past and I don't want to be friends just because I want it.
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It's so funny going into my Xanga files to read through what I wrote (last entry was 2013). I was so freaking dramatic back then.. certain entries were so cryptic, that present me had no idea what the entry was about.
I did find a post that had evidence of manager D bullying me back during Chapter days. I totally wrote it out of my mind after he left and it wasn't triggered until that Organizational Behaviour class where people were sharing stories of bad job experiences.
When I brought it up at one of our Chapters dinner get-togethers, not a lot of people knew. Laura even asked if I told Ryan or brought it up with HR. If only I knew back then!
After reading a couple of posts... I realized my writing was not horrible back then. And it's getting REALLY bad right now. I have trouble spelling and stringing sentences together. I don't want to make another "I will write more" posts since I always do them. This is a "I should write more" post. Especially since my memory is so fucking shitty, I sort of need these to have something to reminisce.
