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welcome
Welcome to Not Another Teen Blog! And that's exactly what it'll be. Just another teen blog. There probably won't be anything too exciting or unique about it, but hey, I'm doing this mostly for myself. My posts will consist of anything I'm feeling that day. From love, music, goals, and everything in between.

about me
I'm a fifteen year old boy from a little town in Ohio. I would tell you the name, but I promise you that you've never heard of it. My name is Austin and I'm in love with writing and graphic design and it's been that way ever since I can remember. No joke. I want to attend a college in California (right now, it's looking like FIDM) and eventually work for a major fashion magazine. If you want to actually talk to me, feel free to contact me from one of the various links below.


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Life makes love look hard.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010, 11:48 AM
Being in a relationship for this long has made me forget what it's like to be alone, be independent. Two years ago (even though I was quite young) I took pride in my independence. I didn't need anyone to lean on- I had myself, and in the end, that's all that mattered. However, ever since August 4th, 2009, I've become not only co-dependent, but afraid. I've grown to have no self-respect in return for the warmth and security that being in love and being loved back brought.

I always told myself that cheating was one thing I could not, and would not, put up with. I had lied. Cheating became something I could and would put up with. The thought of being alone scared me to the point that I had began to compromise with myself. I told myself that it wouldn't happen again, yet it did, and now I find myself saying the same thing. Although it hasn't happened yet, I'm confident it will.

During times like this, it's almost like there's a war going on inside of me. Forgive my cheesiness, but I know I deserve better and I can only hope I will one day get treated the way I deserve. However, my heart wants that feeling of warmth and security that, as mentioned above, being in a relationship brings. Although my head is closer to me ears, I always cave in and listen to my heart.

I'd like to say that if it happened again, I would leave him. And thinking about it, I believe that whole heartedly. But things are easier said than done.