I should want to forget, right? But… a part of me doesn’t want to.
I know, it sounds weird doesn’t it. I mean, it hurt, it really hurt. But, what about the good times? Jess and I- we shared so many good times before everything went downhill. And if I were to forget, I knew I would have to a clean, complete job of it. I couldn’t pick and choose what to forget.
But I don’t want to forget him. I really don’t want to forget him. Is it crazy that after everything, I still, well, I still smile when I think of him? Or here is voice?
Sam would say I have it bad. Ugh, Sam. What happened? Did she really just use me like that? Or did she make it up along the way? Either way, she… ugh.
Crap. I’m still thinking about it. What ever I do, leads this.
I think something is seriously wrong with me. I think too much. Do you ever get that feeling? You know, when your thoughts are clouding up your head, and your thinking about so much that you can’t even get one thought straight? Well, welcome to my life.