Yeargh...

Why does my mind not allow me to stop thinking about her? Why does everything I try fail miserably? Why does it seem to stop I'd have to drug myself into a near-catatonic state, which I do not want to do. Why does it seem that god closed my door but didn't open my window? When will this end? When will my parents just move us to London so I can just forget about this place and pretend it never happened. God, if there was any a time I'd rather be in NZ it'd be now...