Melancholic Thursday.

"There's always some madness in love, but, there's also some reason in madness." - Nietzsche
 

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places that I didn't know I had inside me. It doesn't matter how many haircuts or gyms I join, or how many cases of beer I drink with my friends, I still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what I did wrong or how could I have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment I could think that I was happy.

Sometimes, I even convince myself that he'll see the light and show up at my door. And after all that, however long "all that" may be, I know I'll go somewhere new. I will meet people who will make me feel worthwhile again, and little pieces of my soul will finally come back.

All that fuzzy stuff, those years of my life that I wasted, they will eventually begin to fade.

by: samandmiko.blogspot.com