So much for my happy ending...
Written at 8:50 p.m. on Sunday, Mar. 20, 2005
Note to self: When you're sad and cant bring yourself to get out of bed let alone shower since Friday night because you've sunk into a hole of depression the size of Texas...it probably isnt a good idea to watch 6 hours straight of Extreme Makeover Home Edition. Because even when they're happy tears, they're still tears. And I'm tired of crying...both happy and unhappy. My eyes are dry and burning.
This weekend really sucked!
MIKE(starting to cry): Then why won't she call...?
ROB: Because you left, man. She's got her own world to deal with in New York. She was a sweet girl but fuck her. You gotta move on. You gotta let go of the past. The future is so beautiful. Every day is so sunny out here. It's like Manifest Destiny man. I mean, we made it. What's past is prologue. That which does not kill us makes us stronger. All that shit. You'll get over it.
MIKE: How did you get over it? I mean how long 'til it stopped hurting?
ROB: Sometimes is still hurts. You know how it is, man. I mean, each day you think about it less and less. And then one day you wake up and you don't think of it at all, and you almost miss that feeling. It's kinda weird. You miss the pain because it was part of your life for so long. And the, boom, something reminds you of her, and you just smile that bittersweet smile.