A Proper Goodbye

Hello.

I don't know if I should call myself an achiever. I didn't achieve 4+ years of writing posts like I claimed I would. I almost feel ashamed of ending it tonight. Yet I believe proper conclusions are healthy; whether it's a friendship, a relationship, or a blog.

Being a Marine girlfriend is, what I could consider, eccentric. My boyfriend morphs into a soldier as I morph into a person I can't recognize anymore. What am I? A survivor? A soldier, too?

Maybe my life is too difficult to express through a post. Maybe if my viewers heard my voice, when the tone changes pitch as the story does, it would add realism. But I am merely a girl to my Internet peepers. They have read what I've uploaded. They've seen several pictures of myself and friends and family and of Mason. Nevertheless, they haven't stepped inside my shoes. Some may not know how I feel - how I truly feel - how my emotions can't be controlled because they don't understand which emotions are appropriate for what situation.

I will state I have a wonderful life.

The problems are neurological. Depression, my lovelies, is a nemesis within yourself.

I can hint that depression has caused my publishing to diminish. I will also say I would rather live my life throughout its moments than worry about whether or not I have recorded it.

I don't want to manage my existence virtually. 

Instead of snapping a picture, reminisce with your own eyes.

Lower your electronics. I'm sure if a memory is worthy, our brains won't forget it.    

Day 413 of San Diego

Pardon last night's post. For some odd reason, the Internet disconnected. I tried restarting the router, but I must have missed a step since, after plugging the router cable in again, the Internet still stayed disconnected.

This post will be quick because the third and fourth day of my Vegas adventure weren't as exhausting.

The third day consisted of visiting many hotels/casinos and trying my luck at GAMBLING. Honestly, I became a bit addicted... Thankfully, I knew when to stop.

We even visited the Harley Davidson Cafe. A large American flag designed from chains hung as a backdrop. Motorcycles dangled from the ceiling on platforms. I wanted to buy a shirt from their shop, but I didn't find one which interested me.

I loved seeing the inside of the hotels/casinos. Each were unique. I especially liked the inside of the Paris hotel/casino. I think people are able to take an elevator to the top of the "Eiffel Tower." I would've if I wasn't afraid of heights!

Evening hours situated. I thought it would be fun to visit the Madame Tussauds' exhibit. We, and a few other people, were the only guests. It was a tad creepy standing around a bunch of realistic celebrity wax figures by our lonesome... I didn't want to touch them or stand next to them for too long. I feared they would grab me if I had...

My favorite wax figure was Johnny Depp's. <3

The fourth day consisted of walking the Strip. My dad suggested we visit Margaritaville for a drink. As my last drink in Vegas, I had an Amaretto Sour. Delicious!

I miss Vegas. I miss Blake. I miss the free-flowing experience.

Once home, life overtook my happiness. The Seahawks lost the Superbowl, college is a drag, I need my therapist...

I should move to Vegas.

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End of Part Three.