on one of the few mornings i'm still awake.
So we get a day off from school, and it's like my mind went apeshit with all the things I wanted to do. I want to watch Ratatouille with my carpoolmates tomorrow, I wanna finish book 7 of Harry Potter, I wanna go out to drink, I wanna just have all the fun that I could squeeze into a tuesday. Before wednesday starts and it'll be three days more till the weekend and until I can go have fun with my friends.
I don't have any groundbreaking thoughts, and the things running through my mind right now are not meant to be shared. At least for now.
I feel guilty for liking someone else. Isn't that weird? We've been over for almost a month, and the relationship was dying way before that. I've gone from loving him, to hating him, then to being just friends, then to how I see him now, which is he's Jason, and all that could ever connote to me. And after all that, I still feel guilty for liking someone else. It's not like I'm going to get together with the guy, we don't even have an understanding. I just like him, and that's that. I'm happy with that. And it's not like I'm not allowed to like someone else.
So why do I still feel so guilty?
Somehow, my mind blocked out the whole painful process that brought me here. One minute I was happy and in love, the next minute I'm single and mingling. How the hell did that happen again?
I don't have any groundbreaking thoughts, and the things running through my mind right now are not meant to be shared. At least for now.
I feel guilty for liking someone else. Isn't that weird? We've been over for almost a month, and the relationship was dying way before that. I've gone from loving him, to hating him, then to being just friends, then to how I see him now, which is he's Jason, and all that could ever connote to me. And after all that, I still feel guilty for liking someone else. It's not like I'm going to get together with the guy, we don't even have an understanding. I just like him, and that's that. I'm happy with that. And it's not like I'm not allowed to like someone else.
So why do I still feel so guilty?
Somehow, my mind blocked out the whole painful process that brought me here. One minute I was happy and in love, the next minute I'm single and mingling. How the hell did that happen again?