i'm twisted cause one side of me is tellin me that i need to move on, on the other side i, wanna break down and cry.

the bin in my room just fell. i looked inside. the stupid pringles tin he left in my room less than two weeks ago.

jesus, is that all it's been? 12 days?
feels like forever.
i've preoccupied myself with people, with schoolwork, anything that doesn't involve being alone with my thoughts.

and what sparks me off in the end? a crisps packet. how stupid.

so now i'm thinking. just wanting to call and hear his voice.

i can't. my instinct tells me there's been a shift in his head, he's moved on?