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Too late? Im old enough to have been around the block a couple of times by now. I've fallen in and out of love more than once and I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever find someone I'd be happy with. No one can forget their first love because the first one is usually new and untainted by past experience. The longer you live the more people you meet the more things happen to you the harder it is to love anyone unconditionally. My new girlfriend had a long and serious and very intimate relationship with a man, and each time we touch I can't help but wonder if he did the same things to her, and whether she's thinking of him when we're together. There's no reason, for this except my stupid manly paranoia, but still it's there. It kills me to be so immature about, I have never felt this way before, I have never given a crap about a woman's past until now. I don't know if this is what love is, but it's tearing me apart. I don't know if i really like it, but I know for a fact that I can't/don't want to live without her. People always sold that BS about how, "if you love someone you'll let them go, and if the come back they really love you back." I beg to disagree now. If you love someone, you hold onto them, and fight for them, and do whatever you need to, to keep that person next to. Love is about sacrifice, and sacrifice is about pain. If you really love someone you should be willing to hurt for them, and that is the lesson I'm learning now. Each time I think of her and my heart aches, each time I see any evidence of her with her ex-bf and my body freezes up, it's love killing me little at a time. Rumi was right when he said that Love is a slaughterhouse.
24 de setembro de 2012
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Weekends What exactly do people do in Astana on weekends except drink horribly overpriced beer in bars with horrendous service? Perhaps go for a walk next to the Ishim river that no one knows which direction it flows? Or walk around in shopping centers with products long out dated in other places? I for one stay at home and play guitar, read books...stuff like that, but there's only so much of that a person can take, spending a whole weekend cooped up in an apartment cant be healthy. I considered going to the gym starting to work out again, but 5000tenge for one day? It's insane. Nevermind me though, I'm just venting due to my cabin fever.
22 de setembro de 2012
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Confessionals =-= Don't worry though, my first confessional wont be too much of a shocker. )) I'm just testing the waters... I'm bipolar and I ruined my life while I was cruising a bipolar high. Now I'm stuck in Kazakhstan with no real plan of escape. Not that I really want to escape, I'm quite comfortably numb here. T he fact that Astana people are naturally cold and reserved helps a lot; however, the huge, gaping abyss of a language barrier that I'm faced with here is my true reason for slowly turning into a recluse. I guess this might be my attempt at re-establishing contact with the outside world. We'll see what transpires ) Whoever reads this, thank you for taking the time.
17 de setembro de 2012
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First notebook entry: Introducing myself I'm learning Kazakh, trying to anyway. I need someone to talk to, I have text books but this is not enough for me. I speak English and I'm actually teaching it at the moment as well. I love playing guitar and going skateboarding
9 de setembro de 2012
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