Stupid, stupid, stupid

Nostalgia is such a fickle thing. It only exists to make us feel either better or worse about the past, more or less optimistic for the future. Unfortunately, mine usually makes me feel worse. It's nice knowing now that you didn't care about me at all. I don't know why I let myself believe that you did. Maybe I just wanted to be close to someone. Or maybe I foolishly thought someone could have actually liked me for me. Stupid. I wish someone had told me that life isn't a romantic comedy. Things don't work out like that in real life.