It's 11:11, but I'm not wishing for what you might think...

I've come to my senses with a little help from my friends. Well, it was only one friend, but she's my best friend. She helped me realize that I was settling. I don't need him. I can do so much better. I'm looking for something specific and I shouldn't have to lower my standards or fall for every cornball because I'm not sure I can get it. It feels wrong typing this out, I'm not completely over it. I still have that feeling that I'm missing out on something if I'm not with him.  I'm putting a band-aid on my stinging "boo boo", but I know it'll stop stinging when someone comes along and kisses it( or hopefully even before that) and it'll turn into a scab; I won't even think about it anymore. I keep thinking about how in 10 years, none of this will matter, and it won't. So, why not save myself the trouble and just forget about it now? I think that's a good idea if I do say so myself. It feels good to get this out. I have to vent as much as possible. Even if I am confused. It helps so much. It clears things up. Thinking by myself, working it out with someone else, then blogging, that's my therapy. I like it. It works for me. *sigh* A great weight has been lifted. See? I can do anything and I prove it to myself every single day.I don't know why I worry so much, but I'm learning how to snap myself out of it. I love myself and I deserve nothing but the best. To recapitulate what I'm saying, I am (once again) perfectly fine with my Relationship(or lack of) status. The grass is once again a luscious green on my side. I'm okay again, hopefully for much longer than the time between the last time I said that and about 3 days ago :)