So I guess I should have known that things were a little too perfect to last. Jeremiah came over last night, and things didn't go too well. I guess I should have anticipated that one of these days, us bringing up the past would bring up those fights, too. Sometimes I forget how much all of this still hurts me. How much he still hurts me. Why do we instinctively cling to those things that should bring us pleasure, but usually bring us pain? Are those few instances of happiness really worth all of the suffering?

"Is all of this pain so necessary? You are...my sanctuary. Surely who ever speaks to me in the right voice...him or her I shall follow, as the water follows the moon. Silently."

Song of the Day: Madonna - "Sanctuary"