I am emo again.

Sometimes I vacillate from being a driven young lady to being an angsty kid. Right now, the older part of me wants to move on, to give things a chance again, to see things at face value again.

But that little part of me finds the emptiness where someone once was now too hard to bear. It's funny to find that I hate the one person I used to be a fool for. It's bittersweet to realize that I have poured a lot of my emotion and feeling into such a hopeless case.

Perhaps this is one reason why I wave the disinterested flag.

Now you know why I would prefer to chase Utopia than a boy who loves someone else.