Lost in a daydream.

I swear I was getting better.

But setting up my iPhone 4 took me back to a time when I haven't meet you.

Cut. Cut. Cut. I want to cut out all my thoughts of you. I want to cut off all the imaginary strings that I hallucinate tying me to you. As hard as I try, I only feel foolish because whenever I am omw to getting over, incidents crop up and drag me all the way back to the starting line.

It's harder to move forward when you know that you're gonna fail again sometime, somehow.