I was happy at the Harry Potter movie, but the fun crashed as soon as I got home. *sighs* It gets to me every time. The thing is, too, I always get my hopes up even though I shouldn't because they always crash. I feel like I shouldn't even get my hopes up because they just have farther to fall.

Don't mind me, I had to vent somewhere. I'm not explaining what's up, because it's kinda personal and you probably don't want to know. I'll probably end up deleting this post, if anyone even sees it. A few days from now I'll look back and realize that I was worrying/despairing for something that's not really worth worrying about. I'll probably realize I shouldn't have let it get to me. Sorry for my stupid depressing post. I'll probably be over it soon.