I still sit in front of my computer finding songs that accurately reflect how I feel inside. Some days I feel like everything's fine, that I can start to believe the lie that I'm moving on. Other days I sit in the empty halls of my school late at night while everyone else is out to eat and cry just loud enough for it to softly echo off the long beige walls. It still hurts tremendously. Not so much how it all came about, the circumstances of my loss, but more so the fact that he doesn't want me any more. I'm still living in this sort of dream that I can't escape. Dreams are hard to let go of... where exactly are you supposed to leave them? I hide it in my heart while it silently, slowly devours me.