Journal

It’s the first day of a new year and things should be different, and yet, today was like any other day: it was one filled with emotional wreck. I’m emotionally-wrecked. I think the problem is that I care too much about people who don’t care enough about me. I get jealous because I care, so maybe I should stop caring. It’s easier said than done, isn’t it? If it were that easy, I would’ve stopped caring about the people I love years ago.

This guy I call my best friend doesn’t care for me as much as I care for him. I don’t think he knows how much I care. Right now, he’s out watching a movie with someone who’s friends with the both of us. What I don’t understand is how my best friend complains about how the said friend isn’t trustworthy and lives a hassles-distance away. What I’d like to ask him is why are you hanging out with him then? I’m angry because I’m jealous, and I’m jealous because I don’t understand why you’d want to see a movie with him given those circumstances. I can’t do this.

Fuck you.