don't mistake me for somebody who's hung up on you

It's always hard to get over someone.
I should know, I'm still in the process. While Greg Laswell's Comes and Goes (In Waves) could be more appropriate to the situation-- instead of looking back, I'm attempting to look forward. It's all I can do. I'm trying to look forward because looking to the past just gets me sad.

And no one likes a sad bitch.

This song fucking kills me.

Especially at 1:30 in the morning, I can't help but attempt to fight back tears as I listen to this.

2012

"Fuck it."

I've always said that it is my motto in life, but I've never truly applied it.

Time to go do that.

Happy New Year, everyone.

I fell in love during the wrong season.

It's a known fact that summer is a season where romances should be kept light and casual. It is a season where one can flutter about and do whatever he or she wants-- as the heat rises, tempers, and minds flare up and cause indecisive thoughts. You shouldn't have to choose between a single person during the summer. However, as the temperature starts to go down, so do the amount of prospects, and the desire for one person to just cuddle up next to gets stronger.

Winter is a couple's season. Therefore, I fell in love during the wrong season.

A big part of me is in love with remnants of my past:

the people I hurt,

the ones that I used to love, 

the choices I've made,

and the mistakes that have transpired from them.