I've been trying not to get too stressed out.
I've been smoking again (I don't think I can quit until I graduate)
But I've also been smiling again.
I'm still broke, still no job.
But I'm spent on love.
Everyday, I feel you
Everyday, I still try to make this work.
I still believe it will.
And every now and then, I will think of her.
I could cry about it, but I stop myself before I do.
She's a fleeting memory.
All I see is a blur of pink strands.
And, then she's gone.
Still, I know its for the best.
mkp.
