Four Two Oh.

It's funny to think about what was happening exactly one year ago from today. One year ago today I was hoping that my (ex?) would not do anything stupid. One year ago I was still young and foolish. One year ago I didn't know what I wanted, well I don't now either, but I'm on the right track.
There doesn't seem enough of me to go around. I willingly try my hardest to be the greatest friend to those who actually mean something to me, but other than that, I don't think I'm there enough. Of course I'm there for the 4 min long enough to hear whats going on, but I'm not the same me. The old me would've taken the time to talk and sort and discuss. And now am I really that insecure to act like I don't care? What do I know. I don't want to be so observative, so judgemental. I want to be the type to just open up. To not wonder about how far we'll get together, but just live for the moment. Maybe I've just had too many heart breakers over and over again.