Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.

Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldnt have. Maybe theres a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.

I suppose Im in that very small group of people who are not waiting for their own story to unfold. If my life was a film Id have walked out by now.