helltotheno

It's strange that everytime it comes up I want to feel bad for some reason.
And I don't. I don't think I ever will and I want to just be okay with that.
I don't miss him at all. I never expected to.

What I miss most are the supposed friendships with the people I haven't talked to since I left.
I also miss my stuff. My records. My sweaters. My pillowcase from that road trip when I got sick.

I feel like an idiot for missing those people even though I had some very good times with them. If any of it mattered I wouldn't be missing them. It's time to move on. Completely.