i went into this new year with the ache of the last. having grown complacent, i, foolishly, started to long for another. any other. as if i don’t know better. as if i’m not constantly telling other girls better.
wanting someone else to do right by me should never mean i stop doing such for myself. are you fucking kidding me? i ask myself, tossing and turning in bed.
so, yeah, this year is meant to be plot progression but since when did that translate to a lose of focus on character development? here’s to knowing better, doing better – but actually doing better.