i should not care.
it's been a year. may 8th should have been our year. it wasn't. it was nothing. that's how he probably thought of it. just another day.
to me, it was sky falling, volcano erupting, "oh fuck, a tidal wave" of pure shit. i can't stand the fact that i still care and he doesn't. he gets to move on with his life, having a great time, while i literally sit at home and do nothing but think about him. i've fucked up my life so much because of how miserable i am.
the best part? no-one cares. no-one even reads this. standard.
