arrrgh

phew, a rollercoaster day, two exams, one i thought would be easy fucked me but good, the one i worried about was manageable. I didn't really see him, but then again that may be a good thing. I did, however, talk to his new girl. she's a doll. arghh again. Can't wait to get out of here, get away. it's ridiculous how embedded this boy's become in my psyche. even in a good mood, he surfaces in my thoughts. It's like herpes, this love. incurable, popping up inconveniently sometimes, lying semi-dormant at others. with treatment you can control it, and certainly you can try to distract yourself, get it out of your mind. but its there, still, always there. Love's torments aren't nearly as romantic when its your skin flayed on its altar. and i do think it's love, because, although i wish it could've been me, I'm glad this girl is making him happy. Not that i'm not jealous, but if he's happy, then i can content myself with that, and of course, my memories.