in too deep

I guess, that if trying to escape from him doesn't work, then I won't try. I won't. I will sit, in my own room, on my own bed, and I will recall everything that I did, that he did, that our friends did with us and what we did with our friends, and I will tell my story through and through to myself until I feel I am over what happened; until I am over the love I had for him, for them all. Until I am over the story itself.