Melodramatic

That's what I've been for the past few days (including my previous blogs). I decided to stop being a crybaby and actually start having a life. I am seventeen, for God's sake! I need to grow up. But I do not blame myself for acting like a spoiled five-year-old because being seventeen doesn't mean you are only seventeen. It also means to that you are 16, 15, 14, 13 and so on. And in times when my heart is taken away and I'm left with an empty feeling on my chest, it is okay to act like a spoiled five-year-old. But I think that this feeling of mine has gone overboard. I have been like this for the past two days and I am putting a stop to it right now. I believe it's time to build the bridge I burned once again. It's time to move on and get over it. He is not the only important matter in my life. If he has no time for me then fine, I won't bug him. As I've said, I am not mad, just very very numb. And it has already started to annoy my friends because I am being melodramatic about this stupid problem. Again, I am seventeen. I know what's right and wrong and I know my responsibilities. I weren't enrolled in an Ivy League to screw my life over a boy. I have a future and that's what's important. I am gonna be what I want to be, and being melodramatic doesn't get me anywhere near that dream.