November 11, 2013
This is how days are wasted: Take 24 hours and lay in bed weeping about the past, regretting what was already done and not deciding to move on. It's a conscious effort, yes, not deciding to be okay. It's also such a comfortable situation to be in, being sad. Some days I want to scold Matt for being so damn sad. I am judging him even if I don't know him yet. He will really be sad once he knows how I see him now. I am being presumptuous, believing that I matter enough that he will care.