I'm a freshman in college. I should be okay now. I should be mature. I should stop wanting to find a store with razors. I should stop being a creeper and hoping that you'll contact me. I should know better.
I do know better.

That doesn't mean that I've stopped. Keeping a written journal wasn't helping so I'm turning back to deviantart in the hopes that I'll be able to get myself back under control.

Sometimes I still miss you, but then I remember what we put each other through, and how much better off I am. And it only makes me sad. I found a youtube video of my ex singing. I'd forgotten what she sounded like when she wasn't depressed and hungover. It hit me like a truck. A truck that I don't need and I haven't missed.

Maybe with all the stress of school, my system is reverting back to the old stressors?