It’s Not You, It’s Me

And so there ya have it.  It’s over, done, the end. Yes, I am breaking up with you, but really I promise it’s not you, it’s me.  Believe me I have thought long and hard about my decision, and it seems I have no other choice.  Of course I have spent countless hours with my head stuck in the bottom of a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and in seven bags of potato chips wondering where I will go next.  How will I spend my years long after you’re gone?   Where will I sleep at night, and will my next step in life be as successful as my time with you was?  Will I ever be happy again?  Yes, I have thought about it all over and over again.  I have cried when thinking about our time spent together, and I have laughed.  I have laughed until I cried, and I have cried until I laughed.

You wore me out so many nights, and I often slept like a baby.  You also kept me up many nights, and I blame my Starbucks addiction on you.  Like any progressing relationship, we had our good times at parties, the friends we made, and of course we will always have the memories.  We had our bad times too, but we grew and we grew strong from them.  And when I go on, I believe it is safe to say I learned a lot from you.  I learned how to stay organized and be on top of things when you were giving me more than I could handle.  I learned how to be patient and not to worry so much about the things I could not control, because they were going to happen.  I learned who I was as a person and what direction I wanted to go in.  I learned what to do in my next relationship and exactly what not to do.  And more importantly, to take it all with me as I go.

So I want to take one last final moment here before I step out into the real world and have to put on my big girl pants (well in my case skirt) and thank you, college.  Without you, I would not have the strength to begin my new challenge.  And this is our end.  But it is my new beginning, and you are now the new beginning for someone else.  So goodbye late nights of studying, writing countless papers, Ramen noodle diet, and weird schedule.  I am ready to excel at something new now.

So here’s to you. Our time is up, but you always must remember it’s not you, it’s me.