Pathetic.

I think I have a tendency to take things a little too hard. Some even say, it's all for the wrong reasons. Like my mom, she tells me I care about things that don't matter and I take too much time obsessing over things that will get me nowhere. I don't know why I'm like that. I don't know why I obsess over things, people, or whatever. I'm not so sure it's a good thing or a bad thing, though. Mostly bad.
This past week, I took in something a lot harder than I should. I honestly cried every single night by myself this week and I began to think it was the end of the world, for me at the least. I wasn't even upset over how much I was affected by this, it was more so on how much the one actually having to go through it would feel. I swear I'm not a crybaby though, I never cry. Most people were shocked and let it go, but I don't know why I had my heart drop a hundred thousand feet and an empty feeling for the past week. I don't even know why I'm taking it so hard, though.
Actually, I kind of do. But it just makes me so much more pathetic than I already am.
Please, be happy.

There's something I've been really holding in and I'm dying to tell someone. But I can't seem to find the right words, people, or situations to say it. I think I have trouble opening up to people. This week, today, and myself, we're all just a bundle of pathetic.

Rewind - Sophomore year.

I miss the days when everything was so carefree. I miss the days when we were allowed to be a just a little immature, a little more wild, and thought of nobody but ourselves and our best friends. I miss how we were so free and careless. I miss my short hair, I miss my old friends, I miss going to school as a sophomore, I miss eating pho every Friday night and deciding to watch a movie afterward or not. I miss going to glendale by bus and taking a trillion apple pictures, recording videos of us dancing to "Tell me," and going to nrb every other weekend.
But the one thing that I miss the most is how we were once so happy.