Alright, I think this valentines day which was a musical of emotional destruction helped a lot. I feel like I had to get ridiculously over dramatic to show myself how insane it is to hold onto a memory of someone who left long ago. Don't get me wrong, I still care, but it's not actively ruining my mind.
I also think I was holding on to the idea of something good because it saved me the trouble of having to go out and meet someone, cause lord knows I'm shy and awkward. "Sixteen clumsy and shy, that's the story of my life". So yeah, where to go from here. It should be exciting, but if I'm being honest, it scares the hell outta me. I don't feel like I've ever figured how to live with someone, but can't seem to be alone. Not to mention that all the people I meet are so fucking young! (well legal, but still) I need to figure out how to grow up or I'm gonna be repeating this bullshit again.
I also think I was holding on to the idea of something good because it saved me the trouble of having to go out and meet someone, cause lord knows I'm shy and awkward. "Sixteen clumsy and shy, that's the story of my life". So yeah, where to go from here. It should be exciting, but if I'm being honest, it scares the hell outta me. I don't feel like I've ever figured how to live with someone, but can't seem to be alone. Not to mention that all the people I meet are so fucking young! (well legal, but still) I need to figure out how to grow up or I'm gonna be repeating this bullshit again.