Time to stop
I used up the last of the bubble bath from christmas, I'd been hoarding the last two inches of the bottle, trying to cling onto the memories, but they've turned sour now. I used it last night, I'm gonna get rid of the last chocolate, a heart in red foil that id kept in the box. The box will hold the stuff I have from the year with him. The train tickets to York, cinema tickets, reciept from the reseraunt in York. And I'm gonna lock it away under my bed, to get out some other long away day. I'm gonna try to pack it in with my imagination. I'm going to clear him out of my life. I eserved better when I was with him, and I deserve better than to tear myself apart over him now I'm not.