Floodgate of emotion...

You think you're doing so well
Life is good, new stuff happening
You don't even think of her every day
You believe you've moved on

Then you see her
Not even in the flesh, merely a photograph
Just a reminder of what once was
Enough to bring you to tears

[picture removed Jan 10 10:15pm]

I really wish someone was around to talk to. Instead, all I have is my silly little blog.

That thing inside me, the thing that makes me who I am - obsessive with knoledge and extreme loyalty to friends - makes me unable to let go of some things. I can't lose it without losing myself. It's my blessing, my curse.

New Year's Day... 1 year, 9 days ago... in my bed.
Relived time and time again.

I know living in the past is never good. But the present has yet to provide me with a great moment to live in. Look and ye shall not find. Those moments just happen. You cannot force them. I'm not looking, but I'm not hard to find.

The real hurt is she won't even talk to me anymore.

Who wants an X-Men review?
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