*prick* And the bubble bursts. As I knew it would. As it had to, being a delusional bubble and all. And that's why I prefer being miserable. Because at least then there's no DISAPPOINTMENT, no hope. I'd rather be hopeless than have it crushed every single fucking time.
I wish I could just be like Stormy. Just storm off and not talk to people for like three days. But I'm not like that-I have to talk about it, to try to solve everything.
*sigh*
And then I adjust and think and quit simply reacting and realize that everything is and will be okay.
Laters