no man is an island.
i'm expecting everything to be like last year. it felt like the year past by without me, like i wasn't even there, i can't explain the feeling anymore than that. expectations run my life now. i expect him to be a creep, i expect myself to try and fail, i expect to go through this year without even thinking about my future, i expected to change last summer, and i did. the changes didn't happen quickly. they didn't even happen until that one event that just made half of me bitter, and half of me wanting more. halves are what run me now.
halves and expectations.