Sometimes, I wish that things should not have begun, so that it'd never have to end at the same time. I wish I hadn't have to think so much at times about someone who probably takes no note of my existence since the day he found someone new. And occasionally, I wish that I could just switch likings to someone else as easy as Dana does, and just plain disregard the past. And now is one of those times. I'm starting to doubt the decision I made on my sexual-identity turn. How could he do this to me? Fuck. I think I might be losing my mind.