I Want To Move On

I still think about him. Everyday. All the time. Like always. And I haven't stopped. But I desperately need to. It's killing me. My thoughts of him are consuming my very soul. And I found a way to get him out of my head. And I think I'm going crazy because I'm willing to risk anything.

The motorbike was just the beginning. I don't know what other crap I'm going to put myself through just to get over him. Well, at least I'm trying something. I know that whatever I do, he'll always be a part of my life because he was real. What him and I had was real. But I guess my feelings and the way i expressed them to him weren't strong enough to make him stay.

I want to move on. . . I have to...