I'm well aware that it's JB, but if you get a chance, take a listen. There isn't a single decent song in the album because all of the songs are gah damn amazing. Forever a Belieber.
I remember 2 years ago, I made a big deal about being 18. How I was young, had too much to learn and how everyone treated me like I was 12 years old.
Well, I'm 20. I'm still young, I still have a shitload left to learn but people are starting to treat me like an adult. Maybe it's time I started acting like one, yeah?
This Andy deal. As much as I'd like to sit around and say, "We love each other enough to overcome this," I can't.... because it's not true. I'd never choose him over family. So is this even "love?" Andy and I have been together for almost 2 years. Mom, Don, HK, Roselie have been there for me for 20 years. And it's really come to the point where something has to be done. We have to stop fighting for our relationship. I can't take another lecture/ screaming match from my mom. I can't take another disappointing talk with my siblings. And what's worse, is that all this time, they were just trying to help me... and I didn't listen.
I'm not saying I completely agree with everything they say... but I owe it to myself and the relationships I've broken with my family to do something.
Andy and I are broken up.
We both need time apart to grow up. Separately. I need time to figure out my life, fix the relationships with my family members and be a non co-dependent person.
But frankly, we're both tired of the stress and heartbreak. We're both tired of the talks and lectures. We're both tired of the insults and put-downs. And I'm tired of skipping work, spending money and continuing to be stressed over everything his family puts me through.
We both want to be mature about it. If we're meant to be, blah blah, we'll find each other again. If we're not, then we should be glad we're not stretching this drama out another year because it's been a pretty sucky year.
But we can't be together in the long run unless we take a break now. As silly as that sounds, we both know it's true no matter how many people who don't fully understand the situation tell us otherwise.
We're okay though. No soaked pillows at night and and no moping around the house. I hate sympathy and pity. So... don't even.
Everyone tells me I'm the perfect girlfriend. The things I do, things I make, things I buy... But Andy and any other guy in the world deserves a whole lot more than me. He doesn't know it yet. But I do.