I think it’s over
it should be over
better to be over
than to be under

I guess if you can’t tell, I’ve been pining over some guy for the last month. And how pathetic is that, that I put off writing my thesis to think about someone who doesn’t think of me at all. But this will be the last time I write about him. I will tuck him back into my wunderkammer where he can’t hurt me, where he can’t poke and prod my dreams, my fantasies. I will suture my wounds with a cauterizing wand and harden my armor until these moments disappear. I won’t be weak like this again.

So March marches forward.