And I hate myself for feeling like this. I don’t know if it’s my hipster state of mind kicking in but I pretty much hate the fucking world as of now.
This makes me upset, which in turn, makes me a dick. This is why I’ve been acting up for the past couple of weeks. Some of my friends have been seeing it from the start and I can’t help but feel a sense of remorse and hatred from them. I understand their mixed emotions and glad they feel this way about me.
I don’t expect them to understand why I’m doing this but this is probably because I’m not entirely sure why I’m doing this either. I tell them “I’ll be fine”, which for the most part is true. See, I’ll get over it, move on, and never talk about it again but the fact of the matter is, I’ll never forget nor do I want to. I never forget anything. Never.
I’m guessing this is me saying November better be a better month to me and my friends then October was.