I finally saw Tangled today. Ha. It was cute. I can’t really appreciate love stories anymore. Something about them always stings a little now. I wonder when that feeling will fade. When I won’t associate love with him anymore and the idea of finding another guy that could make me feel feelings so deeply doesn’t completely repulse me or worse even seem possible. Because it doesn’t seem possible anymore and that scares me more than anything else.
Also, it’s almost Christmas but I don’t feel a thing.