dear past self,

you were wrong.

[x] wasn't the one you had to watch out for. possibly because you were aware enough of the possible disaster to be on guard. it's always the ones that you are least expecting that break your heart. try better next time.


dear whoever is up there laughing at me,

i think i've finally figured it out. this is my punishment, because he's exactly like me. although, really, don't you think this is a bit much? it's not like i was ever trying to hurt anyone intentionally. but then again, neither was he, i don't think. does that make me a narcissist then, falling in love with someone so similar to myself?

i'm working out an extended metaphor for this whole mess and if it works out the way i think, it means no happy endings in sight for me. not really that surprising.


(at least i still have the music.)