Despite the fact that you piss me off and make me feel like I’m nothing, I’m happy that you’re happy. Don’t ask me how that makes sense, because I might never even know myself.
Its all a part of growing up I guess. You hurt, you cry, you let go and then something comes back to remind you and then you have to restart the hole progress all over again.
Thats the consequences of feeling I guess. Well, its not to late to start over. Come Monday, no more feelings. I know its the most retarded and immature thing to say, but thats all I can do right now. Maybe later down the line I’ll come up with something better but for now this is my conclusion.