Waking up this morning
thinking about her. I
give up. She will be
in my mind for a long
time so it seems. It could
be worst, I'm letting it
go. Seems like I need
something to fill my mind.

I don't want to fight
it anymore. It'll take
the time it takes, and
I'm getting bored of the
whole situation. She's
like a painting in my
head, too big to move
out. I guess I'll get
used to it. It feels
like fighting it will
only make it more charged.

So I hope that's the last
I write about this. It feels
boring now and I have
other things to do
with my life at this
point, well not really
and this is probably why
it's sticking so much.

It feels like a mental
illness, but it's just
the memory of a pretty
girl, it's not too bad!