Real life doesn't fit into little boxes that were drawn for it.

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood.

...and how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.