Ok, so my Ex got married this week. I'm not still in love with him if that's what you're wondering. I mean, it's been like 6 years. I do have my questions... does he know his wife does not have a penis? It's not my fault I didn't fit into his plan to join the army and have a family and make his parents happy. And it's not his fault either, I suppose we all prioritize our dreams differently. You may or may not wanna hear that story, but not today. This is about me.
I think, at it's core, what upset me the most was just another glaring reminder of how much things keep barreling forward while I am just standing around waiting. I feel... well, I don't know what I'm feeling. I think that's what is bothering me. Being sad, and not knowing -exactly- why. It's not lingering feelings, stop thinking that. That was so last decade.
Whether the culprit or not, it definitely bugs me that when I get knocked down metaphorically, it takes me sooo long to get back up. I think I'm feeling incredibly weak lately. Weak, and sad. And it reminds me why I am so much better off alone.
There's quite a bit of contradiction in this -post-... myself. Forget I mentioned it.