I guess the summer messes with time and I never write in here anymore. I have a lot to say and too many places to begin. It's strange to think that it is already the middle of june and I think Scott's birthday is tomorrow.

We haven't spoken in a while. Ever since the end of May, when he made presented me with an ultimatim, and I just couldn't get back together with him. I just knew that things would never change if I did. So I walked away for real this time.

I know that sounds like something I've said before. I know that I might get back together with him next year when I move back but that just doesn't matter now.

See: I don't make apologies. I do my best to not have regrets. I live for the for the moment.

I can't write that well because I don't care anymore. Today is when I realized that the New May May is who I am and that's okay. It's finally okay.

I've met someone new.