So I woke up this morning and as per the life of a college student, the first thing I did was start washing all my dirty laundry that I brought home.  I came back upstairs and saw my yarn that I bought over Thanksgiving, and I remembered I started crocheting a scarf a long long time ago, and I remembered exactly where I put it too.  It was in a box under my bed.  I opened the box, and there it was, in all of its unfinished glory.  But it wasn’t alone either.  There was also an old corsage, a few notes, a picture frame with a picture in it, a really old bag of salt water taffy from Disneyland with a few pieces left in it, a little clay tree, and a rock.  This random collection of stuff all had one common thread stitching it all together- Justin.  I read through the notes, and didn’t feel anything.  I only seemed to think “what a shame”.  What a shame that an entire year of being in a relationship was a lie, and the year after that was just a stupid game to you.  All you ever did was manipulate me, even after we weren’t together.  I read everything you wrote and thought “what a shame that you lied through your teeth for two years”.  I don’t feel bad for the things I accused you for, I don’t feel bad for saying that I couldn’t trust you and that I was sick of paying for everything we ever did together.  I don’t feel bad for wanting you to prove that you were sincere, because in the end, you weren’t.  My gut feeling was right, and I should have followed that all along.

Anyways, I didn’t mean for this post to turn into some angry, bitter rant.  Cause I’m not angry or bitter anymore.  I went through the box and threw everything away.  Except the scarf cause that’s still a ton of good yarn..  I’ll make it into something new for someone else.  :)

It’s nice to clean everything out once in awhile.