What's Best For You?

Sometimes, life throws you into a world of shit, and it's nearly impossible to get out of it without the help of friends and family. For me, this has been my recent break up. It's been over a week now since it happened, and I'm still not over it. It'll take a while for that to happen.

My friends have been amazing, trying to get me out of the house, and stopping me from sitting in bed all day, watching Bridget Jones while eating my body weight in Ben & Jerrys - it happens to the best of us! But even though they've been doing their best to help me, I can't help but get annoyed at certain things.

The common "he's a dick, you deserve better" phrase has become the norm amongst my friends. And although yes, I do deserve better than how things ended, Mr X is in no way a "dick". He was nothing but nice about the whole thing, and he never wronged me once throughout our relationship.

Since we broke up, I've wanted to talk to Mr X. Just talk things over, clear the air, find out what actually happened, so we could go back to being the good friends we were before our relationship began. But not one person agreed with me that sending him a message was the right thing. Not one. There were two counter-arguments. The first, was to wait for him to speak to me, which in my opinion, is childish. What if he was waiting for me to speak to him first. After all, if I was the one to end a relationship, I would try to give the other person space, and wait for them to speak to me first. The second counter-argument was that I should cut off all contact until we go back to uni in September. 3 months. 3 whole months. If anything, that would make the whole situation extremely awkward, not the opposite, which is what I was trying to salvage by talking to him.

I tried to take everyone's advice and not talk to him, but every night, I would over-think things, and get emotional over it. So last night, I wrote out an essay message to send him, explaining that I wanted to be friends again, but could he explain what actually happened to make his feelings for me change. I saved it on my computer, and contemplated whether I should send it or not.

I woke up this morning, knowing full well that I needed to send it in order to try and move on with my life. So I sent it. And waited for a reply. The response I got was so sweet it brought me to tears again, and it explained that it was nothing I did, and that I hope I know that I have no reason to change anything about myself. He told me that he was focusing too much on himself, and not making enough effort with me, which wasn't fair, and that I deserved better than that, but that he was more than happy to go back to being friends. We then spent the next hour talking about random shit, just like we did before.

So the moral of this longwinded story, is that although friends give you good advice that, yes, you should listen to, sometimes you need to go against that, and follow your heart. Do what you believe is best for you, not what other people think is best.

Get To Know Me

As I literally made this blog just yesterday, I thought it'd be a fun idea to do this tag that I saw on YouTube. It'll let you guys get to know me a little better, and I tag all of you lovely readers to do this too!

Vital Stats

Name: Kathryne Elizabeth - a little traditional, I know!
Nicknames: Kat.
Birthday: 16th December 1993.
Place of Birth: Goodmayes, Essex.
Star Sign: Sagittarius.
Occupation: Film Student at the University of Kent!

Appearance

Hair Colour: Blonde.
Hair Length: Long - about halfway down my back, to be precise!
Eye Colour: Blue.
Best Feature: My eyes.
Braces: I never had them, but always wanted them!
Piercings: My ears and belly button.
Tattoos: None, though I really want a quote tattoo on my ribs!
Righty or Lefty: Righty!

Firsts

Best Friend: A girl called Tazmin, from my nursery class.
Award: A dance medal in ballet, when I was 7.
Sport: Netball.
Real holiday: Menorca, with my mum, brother and sister, when I was 6.
Concert: McFly's second tour, Wonderland.

Favourites

Film: Psycho.
TV Show: Breaking Bad.
Colour: Red.
Song: The Way We Were - Carrie Hope Fletcher.
Restaurant: Harvester.
Store: Topshop - if only I had more money!
Book: Harry Potter!
Magazine: Cosmopolitan.
Shoes: A pair of blue, pink and purple heels from Florida.

Currently

Feeling: A little lonely. 

Single or Taken: *sigh* If you read my previous post, you'll know that I'm very recently single. 

Eating: A bar of Dairy Milk. 

Listening to: The Les Mis soundtrack!

Thinking about: My ex. Damn emotions!

Watching: YouTube videos. 

Wearing: A Beatles t-shirt & pj bottoms!

Future

Want children?: Maybe. Not for a while though. 

Want to be married?: Yes. 

Careers in mind: I honestly have no idea!

Where do you want to live?: Central London. 

Do You Believe in...

God: No. 

Miracles: No. 

Love at first sight: I believe in LUST at first sight, but not love. 

Ghosts: No. 

Aliens: Not necessarily aliens, but I don't think we're the only beings in the universe. 

Soul mates: I used to, but there's not one set person for everybody. 

Heaven: I believe in an afterlife, but not necessarily heaven. 

Hell: ^^

Kissing on the first date: I don't see why not. 

Yourself: If I'm in the right mindset, I believe I can achieve what I want to. But right now, not so much. 

So that's my Get To Know Me tag! I hope you guys feel that little bit closer to me now, and if you choose to do this, be sure to leave a link in the comments, and I'll check it out! 

The Break-Up.

I'm not usually one to tell random strangers about my love life (or lack of it, right now!), but since becoming recently single, it's come to my attention that there's not that much on the internet about actual break-ups. I mean of course you get the usual "how to get over him" sites, endless lists of things to do to "get over him".  But really, how often do these things actually work? You don't just read an article telling you to go out and distract yourself and BAM. Instantly over him. Which is partly why I decided to start this blog. Not just as a way to keep myself busy over the long summer, but to document the journey of getting over an ex. It'll also be a sort of therapy for me, a way to rant about the ups and downs of life without having to bore the people in my life!

I met my boyfriend ex *sobs* in my first week of university, as he lived with one of my course-mates. We'll call him Mr X. You think you know where this is going, don't you? You think it was love at first sight and that we started seeing each other right away. Wrong. You see, my little friends, I already had a boyfriend at the time. We'll call him Mr Y. I'd been with Mr Y for 2 years prior to university, and we decided to give it a go long distance, as I went off to Kent, and he moved to Southampton. However, that didn't work too well, and we ended up breaking it off early January. 

Back to September, during my second week of university, I received a text from Mr X, telling me that he liked me. I brushed it off, explaining that I had a boyfriend, and just wanted to be friends. Everything was fine an' dandy! And me and Mr X became good friends. I then found out in December, that he STILL liked me. After 2 months. So naturally, after me and Mr Y broke up, Mr X convinced me to start seeing him in February, and we became a legit couple at the start of March. 

Things went well. Really well. We had our Spring break for a month in April, and we did a visit each to our home towns. It was really lovely. We then went back to uni, as happy as clams. I fell for him in a big way...

The thing about me, is that it takes a lot for me to let people into my lives in such a big way. It's like Shrek explains. Ogres are like onions. I'm like an onion. We both have layers. It takes a lot for me to peel away those layers, as I know that once they are all peeled away, I can get hurt. With Mr Y, it was easy. I liked him first, I did the "chasing" if you will. So it was easy for me to let him into my life. Whereas with Mr X, he liked me for 4 months, he did the chasing. It took a lot for me to peel away those layers, but once I did, I let him into my life completely, and truly loved him. However, this meant that if something he did upset me, it affected me in a big way. All the barriers I had to up prevent myself from getting hurt were knocked down. I was vulnerable. 

Things only started to go wrong in the last few weeks of uni. Tensions were high due to exams, and everybody was stressing out. Mr X seemed distant. He was unaffectionate, and hardly wanted to see me, despite the fact we lived literally a minute away from each other. I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that he hasn't been feeling into the relationship the last few days, but that he wasn't going to give up yet, because of how long he'd fought to get me. We gave it until exams were over, and the last week of uni was perfect. We went out for dinner, went to the beach, spent loads of time together, and everything was how it was before. 

However, as soon as we went back home (me to Essex, him to Cambridgeshire), the contact was almost non-existant. And when it was there, it involved me initiating conversation, but getting minimal effort back. I confronted him about it 3 days ago, and asked if it was the same issue as before. He said yes it was, and that he doesn't see it changing. So that was it. The best relationship I've ever been in, over. 

I realise this is an extremely long and depressing post to read, but I'll be posting updates on my situation, how I'm dealing with it, etc. I'm hoping that some of you recently single ladies can relate, and I'd love to hear how you've dealt with similar situations. Or maybe you can post what went wrong in your relationship, and we can all be depressed together!

Shifting the "Essex Girl" stigma.

I've lived in Essex my entire life. I love being in such close proximity to London, without being completely immersed in the hustle and bustle the magnificent city brings. I've always known about the stereotypical image that coming from Essex gives us, but until I came to university, it was never an issue for me.

The main culprit of this "Essex girl image" is none other than the show TOWIE. The Only Way Is Essex provides the public with this "entertainment", showing us the lives of real Essex folk. Real meaning fake, of course!

Fake tan, vajazzles, that goddamn "I'm from Essex so I'm going to speak like a complete fool" accent, it all adds up to my complete annoyance at the show, providing the public with a completely false representation of the county I come from. It embarrasses me that people associate me with this show.

When I went to the University of Kent for my first year in September 2012, I was overwhelmed by the amount of people that said they could tell I'm from Essex. I neither look nor sound like a stereotypical Essex girl. I never have. Friends back home always tell me I sound "posh", not like I'm from Essex. Maybe it's that I just don't sound that Essex-y that people at home don't notice it, but people from other parts of the country can.

Whatever the case, I am definitely not a stereotypical Essex girl. I've never used fake tan or dyed my hair, I do not plaster my face in make up (in fact, the only times I ever actually wear the stuff, is on a night out!), and I don't talk as if I have lost half of my brain cells.

I'd love to hear from my fellow Essex girls! Do you guys have the same issue? Or do you embrace your inner Essex?