I hate when I get like this.

Boredom and depression cause memories that I wish I could look back on in a happy way come in as harsh as salt on an open wound.

I wish I could be with Dan. At least he'd asked why I'm upset... if not tell me to just get over it. Then all I'd have to do is go up to him and have him hug me. When he asks why, I'd tell him something stupidly pathetic that it would cause him to start caring about me cause he knows I'm hurt.

I wish I had that here, but I don't. No one cares like Dan does.