Why is it that the more I try to push it out of my head the more it seems to take up my every waking moment of thought. I want to be over it, or I want to go back two weeks. But it's not going to happen, I am the one who has to stay miserable when he is happy without me. Why does it haunt me that I wasn't good enough....why does it haunt me that I couldn't get it right, that I have done everything wrong. School isn't helping, I'm going to be lucky to graduate even though I'm trying as hard as possible....It's not enough....I'm doing all I can do, and that is still not working.