Erasing Process

I miss him, but I guess he doesn't miss me back, don't know what I'm supposed to do so I'm just.... writing. Is this my mind tricking me? why would it? I'd call my mind insane, but it has to know how to handle things, what are those millions of neurons actually doing in my head.... sleeping? JUST freaking WAKE UP! I don't need THIS! Open your eyes! Be Open minded...... damn.

Yes I like to ramble about him, doesn't matter if it makes me forget him easier or harder, I need to do it, I have the urge to do it, I need these words to be written like the thoughts travel through my fingers, change into bites and then turn into words on my computer, something solid, something feelingless. my computer can deal with that I'm sure. ALright, why do the hell I care so much>>> biological clock ticking? go fuck yourself clock. I don't need his cock. I'm pretty crazy. and obviously lazy:)

so come to me, love. lets dance together, hey is it really my maniac phase? puh.... I want you love. it's sweet to call you love. not really, he is gone bitch. there is no one. no freaking person. this is all your head!

just polish your nails.... your life consists of avoiding things. forgetting things, soothing yourself. be free.

if he wants, he will come back and if not, he doesn't like you so don't like him. make everything disappear.