“But it’s funny how quickly you get to feeling better when you’re twenty-two. Sure, it was still a breakup, but it was back when a breakup was marked by a lack of adult responsibility, by sleeping in and dealing with it by listening to songs on college radio that comfort the listener with big fat warm guitars and words about hearts, and by still feeling like a misfit.


I’m not trying to say it was easy, I’m sure I was heartbroken, but from eighteen years down the road and looking back, it seems like it was that young version of heartbreak that comes with the excitement of wondering what might be next- you stay awake nights smoking cigarettes that can’t kill you yet, wondering who will be the next person to actually let you see them naked. You’re made confident by nothing more than knowing that with so many years still in front of you, it is simply bound to happen again.”



This reallly made sence to me yesterday it kinda summed up the way i was thinking about things.. u used to walk from work numerous nights upset or worried about things how everything would turn out.. i loved the fact i had time to think, time to dwell on everything and process my reactions properly i dont get this time anymore but im slowly realising that just because something is bad at a certain moment in time or you have a particularly crap week does not mean that it will stay that way everything does eventually get better and nothing is ever going to stay that bad forever. I spend alot of time worrying about other people and how they feel about me but maybe i should just stop worrying and look less and maybe ill find more that way.