The diary of a depressed teen.

Time

I can't believe it took this long to find out that I will never fully get over you. But I do, too, need to move on. I torture myself with the last memory of our goodbye. (If you can even call it that). The really question I'm faced with...will I be able to forgive...scratch that...forget?

Maybe I don't need to. Maybe you already have. And there is no way for me to see if you are reading this as I have been taking the measures to remove memories (only the bad ones) that we had together. They are too painful. Mocking me saying "This is what you had once. You were happy. So was he. But you just had to go and Fuck it up."

That's me. I fuck everything up. Nice to meet you.