When do you decide that you've lost something forever, or it's still salvagable? Your whole life changes completely but you still try to hold on to that one part of your old life that you loved so dearly. When do you let go of it? Call it water under the bridge? Why does moving on feel like I'm losing my old self? Sucked into the black whole of time. I want it back. I want him back. I want my happiness back. I'm happy now. So happy. But I want my old happiness. I miss it. I want my dreams back.
Been a while....I doubt anyone uses LJ anymore. Facebook has basically taken over. Not that anyone looks at mine anyway. Having a bad day. Obviously. Bad days aren't that bad. What makes them worse is when you're alone. Not having anyone to talk to then ending up in your extremely messy dorm listening to Glycerine by Bush.....Oh well.