It's a kick in the sensitive spot when you realize that no matter how good something was, when it goes bad, it can refresh, but its never the same. And i guess you never really get it back the way it was.
Maybe i shouldn't hold on? Or maybe even bother refreshing? I'm so strange sometimes.
next time you want to slap me in the face just come to my door and knock. i'll answer and then you can do it physically. that way it will make it easier to burn the bridge that will soon reach halfway across the country.
and no i dont care that my drama is on live journal.