I get the sneaking suspicion that I get into “introspective mode” in order to avoid studying, but today is 6 months since D-Day and that has been cause for reflection too. On the one hand, it’s a day like any other, but I did take a second to reflect just how much shit I went through because of one girl. One scarred, emotionally damaged girl who I didn’t know how to handle, but loved with every fiber of me. But no matter how much I’ve learned over the past 6 months, I’m still a fucking idiot. So is my ex. So is everyone else. Everyone is a fucked up mess of insecurities, neuroses, and scars.