I Regret Those Forgotten Memories.
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I just got home from a wedding. At 8 our family is going out with my dad's boss's family. Meh. I'm just tired, but this shouldn't be too horrible.

Tomorrow is the last day of vacation and I'm not too upset about going back to school. I guess it helps when there are hot guys involved... as I've said before.

The wedding was pretty and the couple was happy. That's good. Shelly and I went to the bathroom and came out while the bride and groom were taking the first dance so we were walking THROUGH it to get to our table. Quite embaressing.

My elbow just yelled at me.

Wearing heels for three hours really kills me.

So the woman across from Jen brought up something that I always thought was a touchy thing for people to bring up but I couldn't tell what she was saying at first. Then I found out and stopped staring at her mouth.

My neck. Hurts. Kills. Cracks. Nope.

Meh. Church tomorrow. New shoes! Woot woot! I hung out with Jen at the wedding.

Mom and dad have been gone all day except when Dad came to marry the bride and groom, they're gone again and then they'll come to pick me up and go out and then Mom will probably stay at home and Dad will leave. Ahh... so much for the last couple of days of vacation, right?

I saw HIM yesterday. The big HIM. The one I'm over and he even TRIED to talk to me but I walked away... very swiftly. I couldn't let him talk to me, I couldn't let him think he is back in my life because I've changed. Not only have I changed but he wouldn't be able to handle my change, he wouldn't be able to make me feel fine about who I am now. He'd rub it in and make me feel guilty about not putting my life on hold until he came home and now... Oh well... I didn't talk to him and I'm better off for it.

Ich liebe dich.
BETH