It's been two years since I last posted. 720 unrecorded days. Hundreds of thoughts and steps down my life's journey. I wonder how far I've really come in that time. I wonder if I can measure the distance forward or backwards, perhaps even laterally. So, it seems fair to recap an endless stream of subcompartmentalized moments in 50 words or less.

I broke ties with my best friend at university. I moved out on my own into the heart of downtown. I switched entire fields of study and career paths; after 3 years of medical science I enrolled into honours psychology. This has been the most difficult and rewarding decision I've ever made in my life. I completely relinquished any and all extracurricular activities.  My two best friends from home got engaged. My parents decided to retire in Greece.

In the aftermath of all this it seems fitting to reflect on where I am going. For the first time in nearly 24 years, I'm happy to say that I have no idea. Ever since I was six, my entire life had been predetermined. I was molded for some greater good, an enthusiastic child prodigy. Black belt at 11, dancer, concert pianist, artist, poet, academic, equestrian, archer, and more, I never questioned the intentions my elders had for me. At the tender age of 6 I knew I was going to be a doctor, that I would excel in school, enroll in a prestigious university, and medical program thereafter. Turns out going to university changed all that. After three years of tedious work and unhappiness I turned the tables, and everything I ever thought I knew about myself, on their collective heads and started blindly from square one. For 22 years I had planned my life into retirement, for the past two I've been living in an alinear fashion whereby each step is not only uncharted but is leading me to a destination I have not yet been made aware of. It's exciting. And for the first real time in my life, I'm excited. I don't know what's next, and it's thrilling. I do however know that I am happy, and that I'm brimming with the thoughts of life's possibilities.

So my next step, whether it be a good or a bad one, starts here: Starts at the step that came before it without conscious realization of the steps that may follow thereafter. The possibilities are endless and I'm intent on enjoying the scenery with every new direction I set off in.

I hate girls. Really, I do.

Pretty-faced, manipulative girls, who ask for the world, and treat boys like shit. Can't stand them. There are too many women out there who take fantastic, quality guys who respect them, love them, and treat them well, and tear their hearts to peices. They cheat on them (which is clearly insane) with other guys for reasons I don't think I could ever surmise. They try to fulfil with every man, their fairy tale conception of marriage 2 months out of the gates, and are furious at men's committment levels when they fail to provide a ring and a happily ever after, the minute they desire them. They latch onto these men in a leech-like fashion asserting themselves as the only extracurricular thier boyfriends should have. Clearly, I must be the one that's psychotic for wanting to be with a man I love to show/give him every good thing I possibly can out of this world. How someone can even think of being with somebody else when they're in a relationship with someone they're supposed to love, doesn't even compute. And I seriously don't understand how you can even talk to someone that you're with twenty four hours a day seven days a week. What could you possibly have to say to them if they didn't go play poker with the boys or go out for the day for a game of golf? How could you be with someone who had nothing different to tell you about than what you allready did or knew together? Then there are girls out there like me unfortunately, who would treat guys like Kings, that never get the chance because a guy's simply been too hurt. And guys, how you can go back to these girls, despite everything they've done to you is beyond me. Maybe you fear losing something you never had to begin with. Love works in mysterious ways however, and I am not here to judge the course it takes us on...I however, will sit here with my mending, slowly trying to stich these wonderful guys' hearts back together, in hopes that they'll work better for a girl they're deserving of.