I think too much of what could have been. What could have been the last month. Or I just think about how and feel so much about…how much…just how much I envy those who are already with someone. The attached.
I don\’t want to believe the following statement: They\’re just like parking spaces. All the good ones are taken and the only ones that left are handicapped.
But if they\’re just like parking spaces, then if I am lucky, I\’ll find the perfect one.
I am listening to emo music again. When did I used to listen to it? It must have been during sophomore year when I was all messed up over Sam. Someone so unattainable. And so stupid. Two years later, I wonder why I had liked him so much. All that\’s left is a horrible aftertaste. I am only envious that he found his own happiness, but still happy that I never really dated him.
These are the times that I am just…lost and lonely. I have my friends sure. But society made me feel like I need someone. I don\’t need anybody. I say that, but we all know that I am just in denial.
That\’s it.