LETS TALK ABOUT HOW I'M OVER YOU BUT MY SUBCONSCIOUS ISN'T AND HOW THAT'S SO ANNOYING

You were in my dream a few nights ago,

And since then I can't get you out of my head.

I've been trying for a year now to put what happened to us into words.

But I tell you what--it is so hard.

Not because it hurts,

Or because there's too many feelings.

I'm having such a hard time writing about you

 because I'm trying really hard not to say the word douche anymore.

I'M A PEACH

There's a Pit in my stomach that no one wants to deal with.

I'm not sure if its there because I only have 5 days to finish that online PE class that's required for me to graduate,

Or if it's the fact that I might not graduate.

Or it's there because I'm probably going to graduate.

It's also very possible that its there because I'm worried about all the attendance schools I have to go to because I hate going to school.

But I only went to half a class yesterday.

So The Pit must not be that important if all it takes is two girls, one red jeep, and thirteen books to make me forget that it was even there.

stay gold,

(and peachy)

suzy e.