The bad habits are the ones that are destructive. They only offer a sense of satisfaction, but they don't help you in anyway. In fact, most of them cause you pain.

There are so many people that I have met once, but never had the desire to check up on their lives again. It's like we have a mutual agreement that we're too occupied at our points in our lives, but that someday we might contact one another.

Then there is him. I mean it has been just a little over four months now. I had expected approximately double the amount we were together to get over the pain. Somehow, I stopped letting the tears drop early August. It was like once I stepped on the cruise, I was able to relieve myself of all the confusion and the pain. Disaaaapp-eared. Yet, that was only wiped out on the surface. I can still feel it boiling beneath my skin.
He wasn't like Dan. Who was... A braggart. A backstabber. A i-don't-understand-u-ergo-you-suck. Basically a jerk. Yet, it wasn't only that occupied my mind now. The painful words. The shouts. The disagreements (in the normal world, we would call them arguments). So I still have that bad habit...of checking up. Curiousity overrided my knowing that I'll be leaving with yet another stab in my stomach. Gasping for breath...