You know I just remember that on January 27th, last year, I came to my living room, found my sisters and cried. Yes, exactly last year. And yes, I am having trouble with the fact that I remember pretty much everything so well. So my story is, I cried last night. Not so sure why, there are two possibilities; 1) I just watched The Descendants, or 2) I realized it's been a year and I think I'm the only person in this world who can't let things go easily—no, it's not that I still want things back—ew, please don't. I'm just mad by the fact that it seems like all my friends move on so easily and why people do and why I don't—I mean, I moved on of course, I just haven't forgotten, big time, like, though I saw it coming, it still hurts. Like I'm just so angry and... I don't know, yeah I know I think too much. All my friends are like, "How can you not date anyone yet?" and I'm like, "How can you not feel tired?", and they're like, "Drop it, S." and I'm like, "Oh, I'd love to—would kill for that, but how???"
Is it just me?