so you know you’re in trouble when you wake up and then immediately regret it, mostly because you must now consciously face some fact that you wish weren’t true.

how is it that a recriminating conversation indicting me for emotional stagnation, coupled with a relationship status change on someone’s profile on Friendster create sudden emotional turbulence, the likes of which I would hardly be able to foresee even just a week ago?

in other words, why can’t anything ever stay simple?

but I recognize that it doesn’t matter. or, more precisely, it does matter right now, but since it won’t kill me (I’m pretty sure), in the big picture, it doesn’t matter.

or some such solipsistic rationalization as such.

feh.