yeah, it's one of those days

You know, I try everything. It is impossible to escape you. I found this note you wrote me 2 years ago today. It was stuck in one of my books. I loved that note. It had made me so happy, and I wanted to save it. But when I found it today I lost it and couldn't stop crying. I tore it up. There is nothing in that note that is true now, so why hang on to a painful memory? You got me. You got me good. I can never really get rid of you. That's kind of ironic because I never did want to get rid of you. Now that I do, it's impossible. It's almost like the harder I try, the more you stick. I hate you. I love you. It's too much.