The past is the past for a reason. unfortunately people are to worried about what "did" happen rather then what "is" happening.
 I have cleared up so many rumors and things that were being said about Shane and I relationship in my last blog. Some people choose to call me a cold hearted bitch but you don't know me, because if you did you would know that I am the most caring person.
 Letting you believe what you want to believe is easier for me because arguing about it and telling you the true story will not help. Why should I give someone the right to know the truth when they have obviously have come up with there own story line of how things happen?
 You do not know what I feel and what I go through everyday of my life but I keep my head up and know God will take care of everything.
 There is not one morning I wake up or one night that I go to sleep without thinking about him and cry. My mom made me this little pillow and it says, "weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning." Psalm 30:5. Sometimes just repeating that verse is what keeps me going.
I have had enough with dealing with people who are still not over the situation. You will never accomplish anything living in the past. Please if you have heard someone say something or have you're opinions on how I dealt with my loss, do not call me. Keep them to you're self or you're group. There is no need for confrontation. Let bygones be bygones.

 :) Always,
    -A

I’ve decided to make yet another blog. Who knows how many countless ramblings I have floating around the internet. It’s time for a fresh start and a more appropriate filled journal-ling of my existence that maybe has less moping about life.This blog is going to be for more important daily musings, such as how my dreams are going to one day come true and my non existent love life. Or perhaps my latest movie watching endeavors courtesy of netflix, and my incapability to save money or creative ideas for anything interesting to do. Or maybe I’ll ramble on about the many dreams I have in the middle of the night, which almost always feature someone trying to hunt me down or kill me. And though my immediate impulse is to complain about how selfish people are. I am determined to not make this blog an I-Hate-LIFE Record. Because I really do enjoy it most of the time. And though this post was supposed to be a short, introductory log about me and my purpose here on tumblr, I have slowly but surely rambled on about absolutely nothing and never even got to much of a purpose at all, besides that, here I now am.
Always,
-A