Wednesday, September 21
i'm very systematically demolishing a family-sized block of chocolate. i break off a row slowly and divide them up equally into small squares. the sweetness is almost overpowering. but i finish the entire block because i don't know what else to do. there is compulsive eating, and there is eating to forget.
i refuse to think about the past. it's over. over. over. to hell with plasters and letters and chocolates. it's stupid to remember what caused every scar. it's stupider to pick at the wound to keep it from healing.
your picture is still hanging on my wall. it was your birthday the other day, but i didn't call or even msg because when i lost my phone, i lost your number too. i'm sorry. i still think of you. nearly everyday. and i remember what it was like, growing up. it seems so long ago, but it's only been a few years, really.
i hate my damned fringe. i look freaking ugly. yes i sound like a typical girl. who cares? you don't have to put up looking uglier than before everyday.
it must've been love.
7:35 pm
xoxo
