Dum Spiro Spero

I cried today when walking home from the subway. Cried because I'm ashamed of myself for not being over my ex. Ashamed for not learning my lesson about boys who hurt me. (emotionally, not physically)I found myself wishing for a tumultous relationship. The kind with intense love and intense hate. Just so I can feel something other than this. And what is this? I don't know. I've never been the type that always needs a guy, but I guess I'm just overwhelmed with all this new stuff in my life. I wish I could be one of those girls who knew how to say goodbye to someone who didn't treat me right. And another part of me is ashamed that I even worry about something so trivial when other people have real problems. There is so much to be thankful for, and yet, I'm sitting here being lame. Right now all I can do is breath and hope.