All of this seems familiar. I’ve been here before. I knew it would happen. So, why do I keep making the same mistakes? I feel such happiness even from the sadness. The fact that I can experience this much sadness shows me that I was once so happy. This much emptiness makes me realize I have this much room. Maybe I’ve never needed a lot in the form of material things. And perhaps everything that’s coming my way in the form of feelings will be enough to make me feel something. Maybe that’s all I’ve ever wanted—feeling something. I guess to do that, I have to be open with what I want and only accept the most. I’m worth it. Then again, I already knew that.