Ever since school started,

I can't remember what it's like to not be tired.

And also, I can't remember what it's like to have an unburdened heart.

I've come to a point where I know that nothing I say or do will move your heart anymore. Your heart is no longer fixated on me, but a new girl. I'm no longer special, I'm no longer of importance or significance. I've been replaced. And that fact alone is enough to tear me apart from the inside. But there is nothing I can do, nothing I can say, nothing at all. So I've decided to move the fuck on. No more over-analyzing of a hopeless situation; no more useless hope for a hopeless situation. I am done.


If only I could do this.