I think I may be old enough, just about enough, to be able to sing that Sarah Mclachlan song now. Now I understand. And after this, I should work on Love for Sale-

Well, let it pass, he thought;
April is over, April is over.
There are all kinds of love in the world,
but never the same love twice.

-- F. Scott Fitzgerald

I should not be feeling this way; it is much too late in life for me to be teenagering it up. This is ridiculous.

I hate you. I still want you back, but I hate you anyway.

Oh gods, I want you back so badly it hurts like a knife in my chest.

If I can't be with him, then I don't want to be with anyone.

Yes yes, melodramatic I know. But we all need a bit of drama in our lives. Anyway jotting this down here so that I don't forget.