Man. Going back and reading my posts from 3 years ago really makes me miss my old life. I know good things are ahead m, but right now my life sure is at a difficult point. That was back before graduation, back when I was bulletproof, back when I thought I was God’s gift to women (somewhat kidding), back before so many of the closest people I know moved away, back before Mary and me decided to he whatever we were, then finding out I loved her after all that time, before I moved to the big city chasing a dream of a big desk working for a Fortune 500 company and finding out that nothing about that is what I want. Before I moved back home on a whim to take a dead end job as a temporary fix to rediscover how tough this job market is, but vowing not to give in and regret the decision I’ve made. Before I went on this rampage of self pity and one night stands, meaningless relationships, and drinking far too much. All before I was laying here in this bed, in this room, thinking about the girl I may go see this weekend and hoping it’s not the girl that left such a mark on me that plays my mind this night, or the night I’m with the other girl this weekend. They say nobody likes you when your 23, but 26 year old me is a pretty big fan of that guy.