I hate emotions. They come up randomly in waves and it’s hard not to be completely taken over at this point. I keep coming up with all these revelations about what happened…about how I should be with someone who thinks I’m worth the trouble of trying,.. someone who appreciates the things I do and just simply loves me. Even though I think this I still feel the same way, even though he wasn’t someone like that. All I can replace him with is this huge feeling of remorse, and it is not near as comforting as he was.