Just got home from Tyler's, and we ate tacos, watched top gun, world of jenks, and overall had a fabulous time.
But, why must happiness be such a selfish thing? I know people are disappointed at me, pissed off, maybe even disgusted. I might even be making a huge mistake, I'll regret it all maybe in a day, a week, month, or maybe two years...
I need to learn to move on, realize everything gets better..He can't hate me for too long, can he?
How can people still tell me, 'who cares'?
Obviously, I do..
Time to go to bed, time to dream of an awesome world where everyone's happy and the past no longer is thought of~
