Pop damn

I'm trying. I really am.

I swear I am. With my whole heart to just forget. But I can't stop. I hate how I feel.
How stupid it is. How high schoolish. How it's that whole story of "he likes her, she doesn't, she likes someone else." and boo fucking hoo.

I said it so many times before. Just stop. Don't. Forget about guys, relationships. Concentrate on your writing. Don't let your writing go. Don't worry.

and what am I doing?

I can't sleep. And I would LOVE to tell you that it's because I'm typing away at my book, but it's not.

it's because someone is on my mind.

-_- fml.