Expiration dates.

Friendships, relationships, milk, bread. They all have it- expiration dates.

In May 3rd's post, Habits die hard, the friendship I hope will go the distance, just expired. You must be thinking 'What!? Why?', or not, but I can only tell you I have no clue either.

My whole life is an expiration date. I'm a pessimist, and I'm already used to the fact that nothing good is going to happen to me. So when the friendship expired, I was naturally upset at first, but I came to realize that a pessimist should never be upset at his loss. Because the pessimist I am is already used to such things, I'm already immune to it. Only when things go my way, then will I be afraid.


So I'm really trying to move on, but it's harder than you think. So if you're in the same shoes as I am, here's a little gif to help you get past it.

Hanging on to the past does no one good. Say goodbye to yesterday, greet today with a smile, and prepare for tomorrow. This therapy blog of mine always does wonders when my mom's too busy for little chit chats.

'If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this.', 'All those fairy tales are full of shit. One more fucking love song, I'll be sick'. 

 You can see why I like this song. Pessimistic lyrics grow on me.

Also, fuck the general stereotypical idea on how to live life.

Because you waste time doing what people expect you to do, you
wind up not having lived life the way you planned in your mind

One thing that I was glad for did happen this week. 

Received a letter from Marie, my penpal. I'm really glad I have a pen pal like her. I don't know what else could have put a smile on my face this week other than this.

You can't expect me to be fine, I don't expect you to care. - Maroon 5; Payphone
Really glad this week is over.