The Art of Breaking

So another day is coming precariously close to closing.

And Ive accomplished nothing. I have an essay to write, documents to send out to colleges, friends to go see, even a workout to do. And yet I still sit here and do nothing.

He didnt call. So I dont have to go pretend that I dont hate him.

He didnt call. So I know he really doesnt care, that he's still exactly the same as he always has been, that there's just no room in his life for me, that he doesnt want to be a part of my life.

And I can deal with that. Really, I can. I've dealt with it okay so far, havent I?

But god, it hurts so much to be forgotten.