tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46490513820059222712011-05-01T13:06:15.841-04:00I've come to realize, I am always changing.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612729083582603395noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649051382005922271.post-92003575752592297402011-05-01T13:06:00.001-04:002011-05-01T13:06:15.848-04:00I guess I am starting to see how much I matter. Seems like I keep being ditched, and from the people I never expected it from.. Maybe I need to rethink my life path. Graduation is in exactly two weeks, and I have nothing to show for it. No job. No apartment. And no idea what I want to do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649051382005922271-9200357575259229740?l=whenallthatsleftisyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612729083582603395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4649051382005922271.post-64285817638692425072011-05-01T01:46:00.000-04:002011-05-01T01:46:38.827-04:00Today I sat alone at dinner. I went late thinking no one would be there. I was wrong. And sitting alone, in the back corner of the Commons, I&nbsp; realized something about myself.<br /><br />I have no friends. And this is my fault. I am not a nice person.<br /><br />I am the person that gets friends, but cannot keep them.<br /><br />This needs to change.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4649051382005922271-6428581763869242507?l=whenallthatsleftisyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15612729083582603395noreply@blogger.com0