Recovery...

I think I'm over him...

...

I think.

I'm not actually feeling well...
But I got nuthin else to do.

So here it goes.

I cried my eyes out for three days.
I looked for a rebound.
I found three.

It was back to school.
I've been telling myself to suck it all in.
Then someone said he's absent. Fever.
?!?!?!?!
was it wrong that I smiled?
I didn't mean it...
Anyway...
Next day.
He came.
I had the biggest smile on my face.
And I cried the longest time afterwards.
I thought I can handle it.
But I can't.

...

I'm dealing with it.
I'm starting to.
But I can't shake off that part...
That little piece that still likes him...

I guess it won't be gone ever.

He talked to me today.
He needed something.
At least we talked.

...

Maybe he shouldn't have.
Now the feeling is back.

Shit.

I need rhum.