I got a girlfriend!
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Last year I felt off my bike on the 22nd of july, six days before my birthday. I got off easy and because I fell pretty hard. I spend the days priot to my birth without doing much, couldn’t move my arm, and just you know…sucks.
A year has gone by, I’ve taken a lot decisions since then. I’ve moved out of my dear and beloved (cause they are) parent’s house. Where I come from it’s a small city (well not super small) in Mexico but jobs are not very easy to find, and the pay is low. I have degree in Economics and ambitions and the will to be more, so I came to Tijuana. In the north of the country, lived a friend for some months and now he’s gone, he’s back home and I’m left alone.
I try to not think about it. I had some difficulties, plenty of strange and odd situations that I always come through. I’m proud of myself, after waiting and strugling for some months I got a great job in an american company, the pay is good, growth opportunity, great work enviroment, international experience in what I do, I have a car now, and I’m living in a nice apartment close to work, I got some forniture, the basics, and it’s going well. I work almost all day long. Then the gym because I can’t run or bike around here like I used to at home. Most of the time I’m not at work, I’m alone. Loneliness is the price I pay. Everyday.
Facebook and whats app is life line. I still don’t get to comfortable with the idea of living in Tijuana, is a city that’s seems souless, unhappy, people live to work here not work to live, the weather is kind of crazy, and there aren’t to many trees around…it’s just an fucking ugly city.
I don’t think I’ll be here more than two years. I’m here because there’s work and right now what I need is work experience. I think that way… I’m not sure… nobody can tell… I may die tomorrow…there’s really no way to know.
Right now I’m kinda of starting long distance relationship, she’s special, I think she’s hot, and different from me, I liked her….it seems like it has been moving in the direction… I don’t know. I don’t have a script here. For over 20 days I’ve waiting for next friday because I’m going home for the weekend to spend my bday, and she lives in my city. So is like awesome. Go see the family, friends and her…but really more like I wanna see her.
And just a couple hours ago she told me via whatsapp that she had this event on friday, that she couldn’t get off, and it felt pretty lame of and excuse. I’m pretty logical and nice, if it were a family thing or just that I knew that is necessary for you to be there… I’d understand but that fucking excuse suck. Because it tells me that I’m not important enough.
We see each other on saturday and then I have to be back Tijuana on Sunday night. So really we only have to nights. And I’m not speaking of sex. I’m talking that I wanna see her, touch her, smell her, just be in the same place…. and she can’t because of a bachelotte party. For real? not even a fucking wedding?!
You know that sucks. And it makes me feel small and not so important as I thought. Oh well, just the way it is. We will see what happens…. I was an I’m feeling bad and like I wanna cry here in my living room all fucking alone and then I thought “wait the fuck up! last year you were really fucked, living with your parents, nothing of your own, hurt phisically, my clavicule pop, scratches and could carry a pound, move the arm, drive, nothing,…..that’s being fucked and hurt and you didn’t cry then and you were embrace by your family and your cute dog… why on Earth would you feel bad and small because some girl doesn’t appreciate?!! stop bitching, mariconear, be strong! spartan pride. Be fucking strong. Tears are wasted water”
This year it can all happen. Actually on my last bday I had fun even thought I was fucked….so now this year with or without her I’ll have fun :)
Writing this helping my mood :) one year has gone by and I looked at what I done. I’m so much better as person, as a human being, I appreciate and respect my parents, I understand things are difficult to obtain, that a house is a lot hard work, I got my job out off pure talent.
She has something to do? o.O
Well, I have EVERYTHING TO DO! Happy fucking 26 birthday to me….