I keep thinking of that long blonde hair on his sweater.

Has he really moved on?

This is why I can't study.  My thoughts manifest themselves in my mind.

I know that I need to move on.  I know that emotions only take you so far - logic and inner strength can overcome irrationality.  Why am I battling myself?

It's not him I'm upset over.  Well obviously it is (HOLY SHIT THE NEIGHBORS ARE DOING IT AGAIN!) but not entirely.  Sorry, the fucking neighbors (literally) infuriate me.  Anyways, I know that I'm not just dealing with missing him - it has a lot to do with the sense of failure.  The failure of our relationship.  I'm a perfectionist.  I don't fail ever.  Well maybe on these exams?  Hopefully not.

It astounds me that I managed to pull all A's last semester.  I was a wreck!  And now, four months later, I still can't focus, and the thought of getting A's again seems impossible.  I guess I could settle for A minuses.  That's a bad attitude though.  Aim high and even if you fail, you end up higher than you would have if you didn't aim so high.  Story of my life.