“The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings…”

-Counting Crows

Completely sums up these last few days.

I am still in love with C.

Why, you ask?

No friggin’ clue. It’s not like I’d ever act on it ever, it’s not like he’d notice or care. My whole life is like this.

I don’t know what to do about it.

Sometimes, sometimes, I don’t even care. It’s not right and never will be. I’m tired of so many wrongs. Don’t three wrongs make a right? Or a left? I’d settle for a left than another wrong.

Quite depressing, aren’t I? I don’t know anymore. I just want to run outside and scream and scream until I can’t scream anymore.


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