Edit: in amazing 10 second retrospect, I just realized how fucking emo this post is. hehe
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Stupid Andy… well, stupid me. Today I was reading through the triary, listening to Butthole Surfer's Dracula from Houston (Steph talks about it a lot) and… hmm, there was also Mad World, Johnny Cash's Hurt, Oasis's Wonderwall, Cat Power's Wonderwall, The Smiths Asleep… it's like I was craving depression. Just now I read a bunch of old MSN conversations with Andy.
He liked Dashboard Confessional. That should be enough to allow me to finally be over him, but nah. Maybe if I type in “AFI” and forget about it, I can go back and be like “ooh, what was I thinking?”
The past shouldn't be forgotten, but it's also unhealthy to hold on to certain parts. I'm a different person now and I'm at a different point in my life. Why should I be obsessing over a boy I met once and who I split off with like… five months ago. Augh. Everything is too stupid. I'm tempted to finish watching Ghost World (it's just the sad parts left) and then toss in Donnie Darko. That might kill me. Hmm… Spirited Away is happy I think.
I hate this whole cycle of loneliness. There are lots of cool people here and I'm having fun! I'm not spending all my time curled into a ball in my dorm hating life, so why do I feel this emptiness? Augh, this is ridiculous. I bet if I went back I could find this exact same entry posted a few months ago.
This will all be over in a few days.