"The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you?” That’s when it’s really sad."
I know I should be studying for my last final but for some reason I just had this random urge to waste my time on tumblr. I don’t even go on anymore but I guess it’s fate because someone wanted me to know something.
It’s really weird because lately I’ve been in a funk. One that I haven’t been in since around December. It’s strange that it can still come back. Its back but it’s different. In a more nostalgic light, but all the same it still makes feel somewhat down.
This question I’ve had has never really been answered for me. Even if someone could “explain” it to me. I guess this statement just had a concise way of telling me how life works out. I’ve always wondered why it is that two individuals who were romantically involved could never the same again—no matter the intensity or longevity of their amorous relationship. In a way it kind of frightens me because what happens when you are friends? People would say they would know but sometimes matters of the heart cannot be predicated by the mind and they may never know.