The curse of never forgetting.
The start of the year is always a weird and emotional one, no matter how many times I tell myself that I won’t have some sort of melodramatic related breakdown, I always end up having one, and the start of this year has been no exception. It’s currently the 6 th of January and I’m already experiencing said melodramatic meltdown. The thing is I don’t have any idea why I’m having this meltdown so early in the year, it hasn’t even been 2019 for a week, and yet I’m already giving up on my whole focus on being positive and happier in yourself bullshit, I told myself at five to midnight six days ago, but must of admit six days is pretty solid for me, so well done libs I guess. Sure I’ve got a couple of ideas as to why I’m having this very teenage angst meltdown, that you only see in indie teenage romantic comedies for reference I feel very Palo Alto mixed with The Breakfast Club. But these feelings and thoughts are just reoccurring feelings that I’ve told myself aren’t a thing anymore