fuck boys, there are more important things...

sometimes i surprise myself when i look back at old journals and blogs and such by how much i can whine about boys. it seems strange to me now, when i spent most of today worrying about the state of my idealistic notions, my purpose, how i can save the kids i work with and not crumble under the politics of who has what power over whom.
some things can augment, but shouldnt be allowed to detract from what i have. what i do. who i am.
so days ago when i wrote that there is nothing worse than liking someone who doesnt like you back, i was caught under the fog of my own limited vision. there are worse things.
losing my idealism.
losing my path, my purpose.
losing my love for my work.
losing my energy.
getting lost.
forgetting why i am here.
that would be worse.