May

This weekend has felt so strange.

I have this weird anxious feeling in my chest, yet I've had moments of real happiness and it's all so contradicting and confusing.

I guess it always the same, getting obsessed with certain moments and then running them over in my head and wishing they had never ended. I need to learn how to move on and live new days, however corny that may sound.

I don't know really. Then there's you and I hate it that well you can't quite understand this it seems. Why can't you ever be satisfied?