This day, last year.

This day, last year was Closure Day.
This day, last year i was out with G getting S's jeans altered.
This day, last year i was on the phone trying to figure out if i was going or not going.
This day, last year i was antsy - i needed certainty in my life.
This day, last year i was going to Neverland.
This day, last year i made it through Security Check in one shot and with fingers chewed to apologetic bits of flesh.
This day, last year i didn't want the sun to rise.
This day, last year was the last time.
This day, last year. I want it back.
This day, last year. I don't want it back.
This day, last year i hated him.
This day, last year i loved him.
This day, this year, i still swing between the two extremes.