So...

I admit. Lately i've been off.
Apart from using this as a boredum communicater from my phone, I've been lacking in everyone of the few skills I have. My writing's boring, my photography is un intresting, my social skills are more than akward. I don't really know who I am anymore.
The pain still hurts. Reminders of him keep popping up everywhere I look.
At church, someone behind me starts playing our old song on the guitar.
In school, my teachers tells a story about a Kroger supermarker- where he used to work.
At soccer, a new kid comes to soccer who looks, talks, acts, and oddly smells like him.
I thought I was over it. I thought that after being blown off so much when it should've been the other way around, I would be furious at him. I would forget. I would move on.
That proves to be harder then it sounds.

I'm fighting for my heart here, and my most recent let down is helping.