I've got that feeling that I'm way too familiar with. It
sits on the line between happy, and devastated. I'm recovering
(again) from the majestic beast of a film, that is The Fault in Our
Stars. For the second time. Only this time, less happy. The first
time I was ecstatic and a little crazy, because there weren't
really any people to share my excitement and happiness for this
movie with. This time I went with my most amazing, beautiful friend
Jaymie. We loved it, I didn't cry AS much, but it was amazing.
Now comes the horrible period of time where you just wish you could
go back and relive the moment. To extend the moment, only creates
more grief and pain to deal with afterwards. At the moment, I
really just don't know what to do. As I sit idle here, I
realise. A moment of joy creates a lifetime of pain. For me to
realise that I have ignored so many things in the wait of this day,
I must now deal with them. I have a history presentation (majorly
important) on Monday. I have a massive headache from this basically
what feels like an aftershock-depression kind of thing. Just
someone, please. Tell me what to do. .