I've finally came to realize that I'm just not cut out for romantic relationships. I enjoy being by myself, being able to do what I want, when I want. Today, I broke up with Andy, the boy I've been with for three month...and I feel great, having my independence back. I should be at least a little upset, but I'm just not. Does that make me heartless? We both agreed to stay friends, but I really don't like some of the things he does, or generally the person he is. He's very racist and homophobic, which I seriously do not agree with. Don't get me wrong, he's a cool guy and I enjoy his company, but I just don't agree with his slated viewpoint on certain things. So now, I'm going to focus on writing again. It seems that when I'm in a relationship, I lose all my creativity and I can't write for crap because my attention is always diverted. I started a fanfiction in August and I haven't updated it once since I started going out with Andy. I think I might have to start it all over again now *boo hiss boo*
I was woken up really early this morning by my mother. She pulled me out of the bedroom and told me in hushed tones that our beloved pet guinea pig had sadly died during the night. She said that she'd seen it coming for a while, because of it's age and everything. We got it pretty late in the day, he was about a year old back then. She didn't want my little sister to know yet, because it would of upset her and she'd be disrupted during school. We kept quiet and she presumed everything was normal. My mother went out shopping, so it was my job to pick her up from school. I couldn't settle all afternoon, wondering if I should tell her about "Piggy" (my mother is the last of the original name-givers!). I fussed, fretted and was pratically climbing the walls when 3pm finally came. So, I collected her from school, sat her on a bench and broke the news. She took it very well for an eight year old child. She didn't even cry, not one single tear! All my fretting over her having a break-down and pouring her heart out with grief was for nothing!
I'd like to get a new guinea pig soon, I already miss the quiet scuffling sounds during the night and the high-pitched squeaking. I'd really like a pet to call my own. Our two dogs, and budgie belong to the family and the parrot and rabbit belong to my mother. You'd think the budgie would belong to me, as I named it (Luna, as I was going through a Harry Potter obsession at the time). Anyway, even if that budgie is mine, I'm not very fond of it. It's taken to copying the sound of a ringing phone and it gets really annoying after a while. And it bites, I have a scar on my hand to prove it. My ideal pet would be a cat. I'd call it Mikey and I'd love and cherish it always. And I'd never forget to feed it and I'd never let it squaller in it's own waste either.
Peace out,
Bethany Louise.
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