... yet i don't think i've moved at all.
it's hard to believe that people you haven't spoken to or seen in months can still mean this much to you. i'm not quite sure what i'm still hung up on, but for some reason i'm still there.
last time must've been bad, but this feels pretty damn horrible.
i think that, once again, i've fallen for something non-existant. they're not even real.
once again, i've foolishly fallen for a figment of my own imagination.
