Right Down The Line

I can't concentrate on the fiction, I can't concentrate on anything really. So even though I said I wouldn't here is some more of my emotional vomit.
I heard a song on the radio yesterday and it brought tears to my eyes, it was the song that he left on my voicemail. So I might not be doing as well as I thought I was. Thanks a lot for ruining a beautiful song you prick. A couple days ago I told someone that I was completely over him and I don't know if that is true or not. I know that I have had moments when I wished that he would call. Just so I could hear his voice for one second. I know that is pretty sick. I am pretty sick. I wonder where he is and what he is doing but then at the same time I know, he's doing the same thing he's always done. I know that when you love someone that you are supposed to love them as they are and I can't love him in his present condition, and honestly I don't think that he will ever change. He has no desire to to be anything other than what he is. It's been a few weeks since he has tried to call. I don't think that I will hear from him again and that will help. He'll fade some more and I'll forget. I know that everyone is probably thinking get the fuck over it already. I know that is what I keep saying to myself and I thought that I had gotten over it and then I heard that fucking song. I wonder how many times he's used that fucking song to get to someone. Probably more than a few, I should find this funny. I'm an idiot.