March 22, 2013
The 22nd used to mean something. Now it's just another rainy day, sleep comes easy and dreams don't make me cry. It's almost 4 years since we ended, and the scar is now just that -- a mark. I will be a little dishonest and say that it's been sunny eversince. But since I can't be dishonest for more than one minute, I will take that back and say -- it's been sad still. The kind of sadness that is final, the kind of sadness that you know can never be overcome with any kind of happiness. It kind of feels okay.