I have an empty spot in my belly where it used to feel warm and soft and wonderful, and it bothers me in the back of my mind all the time. So, I miss him a lot. I really hope he apologizes, and soon, and creatively.
I jump up and down while saying, “I’m upset! I’m unhappy! I’m not thinking about it! Good riddance!”
But what REALLY makes me feel better is the belief that he’s more miserable about it than I am. Hope he is.
Yeah. This is A LIE. I miss EVERYONE.
Here’s a quote from Kate:
“I think it’s just that your brain gets very attached to people and doesn’t like being separated from people it was once close to, so it was making up a nice story to make itself feel better. dreams are exciting. ... oh, and I do mean YOUR brain, not “ONE’s” brain, by the way.”
I stopped talking to Aaron because he was stressing me out a whole TWO DAYS AGO and I haven’t missed him AT ALL. Because he’s a jerk. And also because I have so much other crap on my mind right now. Anyway, I think I can call that a success. TOTALLY WORTH IT.
When my favorite people in the world leave the country or state, I become very boring to talk to because every five minutes I’m all, “I miss Daria. Waah waah waah.” I think I got it from my mom, who gets uncomfortable when one of us leaves the house, even when we already live somewhere else and are only visiting for the weekend anyway.
IT MUST STOP
