Well, I got what I wanted, yep. Good fucking job for me. I wanted a resurgence in post-WCATY mopey-ness, and by hell I managed to stir some up. Sit around, look at old yearbooks, yep, good job retard. Dammit, I hate myself. Especially because I know that it's entirely ridiculous. Yes, WCATY was a blast, but there are plenty of cool people at Edgewood too that provide a similar level of fun. It'd help if I were better friends with Katherine, Sarah, Mary Kate, etc., but really, there's not that much difference between all of the different groups from Edgewood and WCATY as long as you ignore the jocks/preppy kids. Which I can. Of course, there's really only one person from WCATY that I really, truly miss. At least I'm honest enough that it's really the intellectual part of that that I'm longing for rather than all of the extracurriculars. So I'm not a total bastard. It's just...God, I thought I was over this, and then all of a sudden I'm not; by the way, that last sentence was only about 50% true. I...I just wish I could be more realistic about all of this, I wish that I could just let go, but I can't. Of course I'm not going out of my way to make things better for myself, but I can't help it...I thought I had laid this whole thing to rest, but I was quite obviously wrong.
- Veracity Out -
release me
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