Moving on is probably the hardest thing anyone could do. By virtue of definition, it entails leaving someone or something behind. Forgetting things, fucking attachments.
I shouldn’t feel bad about this. I’ve done my part. I’ve no ‘What-ifs’ or ‘Shoulda-Woulda-Coulda’s. maybe it was because i was expecting more. Expecting something to happen.
April is drawing near. but it’s also still far away. I gotta grow a pair and get over it. maybe i should focus on myself first.
So far away, doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?
Speaking of moving forward, I might leave March 1.
Yay! Longer time here in the Phils! (wootwoot) No chance of it getting pushed back further in time for Avenue q?