You don't understand. You don't understand. You just don't understand.

That's all that keeps going through my head. I don't even feel I have the energy to explain it to you. Partially because I don't feel I can, partially because I don't feel you want me to. Partially because it's so fucking stupid that it doesn't bear explaining.

And partially because it just really doesn't matter anymore.

I mean, sure, it does to me, obviously. But I'm not sure it should.

Tomorrow marks six months, and I still can't let a day go by without thinking of it. What I hate perhaps more than the daily reminders is the presumed fact that you don't have them.

posted by Kate the Peon @ 10:25 PM |