May 20, 2008 23:54
So I've been thinking about the past a lot lately, which is something I really don't like to do. And as if that's not bad enough I've been asking myself a lot of "what if" questions. "What if I had kissed him that night?" and "Would it have changed where I am today?" and "I wonder if he ever thinks about that time?" and "I wonder if he thinks of me?" To the first question come more questions, like, "Did he really want me or was it just because I was there?" and "If I -had- kissed him, would it have changed anything? Would he still of rejected me after wards or would we have become something?" Then there's that lingering question "Am I better off not knowing...would life be easier if I did what he wanted and -then- got dumped or is it better not ever knowing?" I think that I would have been able to move on better if I had kissed him and we didn't work out for whatever reason. Whoever said "What you don't know won't hurt you" was wrong...there are some days it feels like not knowing could kill me.
So, I conclude this emo rant with an apology. Sorry for being emo tonight but it's been on my mind and I just had to get it out somewhere. Don't worry about me or anything I'm not -really- emo and I'm not gonna go slit my wrists because I dropped my ice cream or anything. I've just been blue today and had to get it off my chest.