When you've had your heart broken, your next step is falling skeptically in love.
I hear it's a weird and strange feeling when it happens for a second time.
I always think about my opposite life and what it would be like. I'm not so sure I would be the same person-that just wouldn't happen. She would wear light gray, eat ice cream without a care, love carelessly, and be frivolous with her money. I wish I met her.

I spend a lot of time thinking about the future lately. It's almost as if I am programmed to think that way. I hate it, but it gives me lot of things to consider. Today equalled a lot of considerations. What and where will my life be like in the coming months? And then I think about the more important, yet worse question to ask...

Will I be happy?