10:33 PM, Friday, May. 13, 2011
So for some reason I ended up crying when talking about something I didn't know I was still so sentimentally wound up on. I thought I was over it, and I had a clear decision in my mind which I wouldn't and hadn't since then deterred from. I wasn't supposed to care anymore, I thought I didn't care anymore. Maybe it was the atmosphere. But when you asked me: 'can I ask why? What was your view?' and I said it out aloud for the first time to someone, it just came over me like a dump in the ocean.
You know, I no longer think about it everyday like before, because it has gradually just eased out of my thoughts. After all, out of sight, out of mind. But in the end, I did still care. A lot.