Forgetting. . . or trying to

This week has been long but I've been collecting my self and continuing to set my head straight.  I spent a day job hunting to no avail, went to a birthday party, class, studied, did homework. . . avoiding all crazy sad pathetic impulses by leaving my phone hidden and constantly keeping busy.  I had to write on my hand a reminder that he has to call me this morning in a moment of weakness when waking up.  God damn its hard not to talk to someone you talk to every day, no one tells you this when your young, how stupid it is to love.  At this point I really just would like to get drunk, laid and feel slightly empowered for a bit, then inevitably remember all the things I like about that other guy whose been relentlessly haunting my head.