I can't get him off my mind, even though I really should. He's leaving anyway, so why bother? All I keep thinking about are these bitter, broken fantasies that will never happen in a million years. I said it myself that all I want is for him to be happy, but if that's true, then why am I losing my sense of reality? Why do I spend hours each day thinking about what it'd be like if he were with me right now? Is it ever gonna sink into my thick little skull that I'm delusional? That it will never work out? That of all the things he'll be in life, he'll never be mine?