it's not that you're all i think of anymore.

i think of lots of things that worry and excite and enlighten and change me.

but you're what i can't talk about anymore. because i hear those quiet exasperated sighs from my friends and i see my roommate's eyes begin to roll when i mention your name.

so i stopped talking about you in hopes that it would force me to stop thinking of you.

but of course that didn't work and now all i have is this silly diary to converse with.

i say it's helping, i hope it's helping, so that someday i won't even need this anymore.