Not again...

Another fucking year, another fucking blog...

it seems that the more things change the more things stay the same. I always feel that if I move, things will change, things will be different. It never really is. I've moved twice in 9 months. They say a change will do you good, but only time will tell you if that is true. It wasn't true for New York...we will see about Chicago.
It's pretty pathetic that I keep running away from my problems. Whenever I can't handle certain situations, I leave everything behind and start fresh. The only problem with that is my emotions never change. I never forget the way that I felt about things. So, everywhere I go, my problems follow me. They won't just fucking stay where I thought I left them.
It's been a year and a half since everything happened. I'm trying to learn from the mistake and move on from it, but I won't be able to until I can forgive myself. What I did, and who I did it to, is unforgivable. Maybe it would be a little easier if he could forgive me....but I definitely won't be holding my breath for that.
I hope that this time, when I tell myself that things will be different....whether it's in regards to friends, relationships, school, or work...I hope that I have the strength to make sure it is different.