i still can't help feeling disappointed. i'm trying not to. but it's still one of the worst feelings ever. i refuse to cry.
on a side note, i'm really paranoid about germs now. ever since working at sheltering arms. i freak out over some weird things. i feel like with my luck, i will eventually contract some kind of really bad disease. crazy fear? i dunno. i guess i don't have much faith in my immune system.
i always wonder what it's like for other people. so then maybe i can see if it really is just me or not. i wish this had a different ending. but it's always the same. thing. every. single. time. so i guess i just don't care anymore.
