Let it burn

Time to change my laptop password, Time to whipe down my shower's walls, to cross his name off my school books, to erase every single chasecoy song on my itunes, to destroy my webcam, to delete his photo's, to scribble his name off my black boared, to delete saved message's, to program myself never to look at 11.11 on a clock again and to stop being pathetic. Time to forget. Oh how I wish I could. The countless nights i've spent dreaming of him, the many wasted hours talking about him, the message's that left me speechless. If only. I loved him. The best feeling in the world was knowing he loved me too. I feel empty and broken. Time to move on. To start the long and almost impossible task of forgetting him. Love sucks.