Thought...
I was offered a suggestion today by a coworker that sat through my long boring story about losing love. I know. I know... I'm 90% over it, but the last 10% is the fucker that won't leave me be. I want to live my life without the thought of her in my head. I need closure. I don't think I've ever gotten it. I can't confront her because we all know how that will end up. Actually, I just have a bad feeling about talking to her. I could write a letter to her and send it to her, but then it will instigate something or provoke something.
Esteemed coworker's suggestion:
Write a letter telling her everything and don't send it. I guess I'd just burn it after. That's it.
I guess I'm on a spiritual journey like in The Darjeeling Limited. I'm Jason Schwartzmann except for I get no benefits anymore and she follows and stalks me only in my mind. I've been wanting to completely move on for so long. I'm sure if I was talking a girl it would happen. A mind eraser like none other, but all the girls I meet are complicated and I'm not trying to use anyone as a means to an end. I've been trying to find a girl that I genuinely like and want to have a serious relationship with, but as I said. They're all flukes. I feel like maybe it's me, but I know it's not. And if it is, then what about me is it? I know. I know. No biggie. Just wait. Patience is driven crazy.
Esteemed coworker's suggestion:
Write a letter telling her everything and don't send it. I guess I'd just burn it after. That's it.
I guess I'm on a spiritual journey like in The Darjeeling Limited. I'm Jason Schwartzmann except for I get no benefits anymore and she follows and stalks me only in my mind. I've been wanting to completely move on for so long. I'm sure if I was talking a girl it would happen. A mind eraser like none other, but all the girls I meet are complicated and I'm not trying to use anyone as a means to an end. I've been trying to find a girl that I genuinely like and want to have a serious relationship with, but as I said. They're all flukes. I feel like maybe it's me, but I know it's not. And if it is, then what about me is it? I know. I know. No biggie. Just wait. Patience is driven crazy.