Bust the Windows Outcha Car

Throwing down a big complicated experience into five words:
Weston and I broke up.

But it was alright. It is alright. Because of a myriad of reasons I couldn't possibly explain fully without my famous hand gestures. So it shall sufficeth to say that I am finding myself grown up and somewhat relieved. Feeling confident, like I just bought a really awesome pair of shoes and everyone knows it.

Cool thing though, even though I didn't get a pair of cool shoes.. wait yes I did.

Hi-yah! $1.50, baby.

Shoes aside, cool things have been realized since the caput. A lot of them I should keep to myself because of the non-privacy of this blog, but! I realized that I am not "Another Picture to Burn" girl. I'm not gonna "bust the windows outcha car" I'm not gonna tell my girlfriends that my ex is gay. And mostly I'm not really gonna delete my posts with Weston in them off of my blog. Because guess what? When I blogged it, I meant it. That's what I wanted to say then, so I said it. And no matter what happens later, doesn't change what I meant in the past. Even if we're not together. So it may be weird to keep him up there, heaven knows he didn't want to be on this blog in the first place. But the keepage isn't indicating my everlasting attachment to him. I feel like it's the equivalent of keeping pictures of a friend who moved away. You were great friends, but the distance makes it impossible for you to stay that way. But the circumstances now doesn't nullify what was then. So they stay. Just as a kind of reminder of who I was, and who I want to be. The Lynzi who will be blogging 3, 7, 24 months from now.
It's cool to grow up. It hurts and makes you sore sometimes, but the definition is always worth it in the end.
Good times. Always.