And it shall hit the slope

Life is such a rollercoaster. One moment you're on top of the world... and inevitably things must come down, perhaps further than where you started.
People are so incredibly selfish.
Even after months of happy companionship and even love, if someone for - even a few days - is different, suddenly they're a horrible person not fit to be around. So be it. Perhaps I'm fooling myself, trying to believe what I was supposed to feel even after it had faded weeks ago. Whatever. Summer romances are doomed to fail no matter what. I could be mean spirited and draw out all the blatant and even pathetically boyish mistakes he made, but I will be the more gracefull one here, this time.
Pessimism doesn't suit anyone. The people here are severly more interesting and friendly already than the average before. (you my friends of course exceeded that average.)
My new life awaits, handholds aplenty. If I were to allow myself to sink back to the home I always new, never taking any risk out into the world... well that's worse than death.
And they say, the only way to go from down is up, and I have to go somewhere.