Looking back, I realize now that I was only with him because I needed to feel loved.
And now, I don't need anyone else to feel loved.
I am so incredibly satisfied with my life. Confused maybe, and very indecisive, but incredibly satisfied.
I've had one of those weeks where I'm just happy to be alive, which is saying something because I've had finals to study for, so I've been very stressed out. I know that it's all so insignificant in the greater scheme of things, and that is so crazy to think about, but it kind of makes me happy, in a weird way.
Knowing that I am almost insignificant in the greater scheme of things makes me happy. I might be losing my mind. I like it though.