I’ve learned to keep my composure, to play it cool when really it’s killing me inside. I’ve learned to let it go, to let you go. Yet I still care and it, honestly, it sucks. I want to be out there, gone and away from you. I want to forget about you. I want to move on, but I can’t, and I don’t know why.

Wait, I think I know why. Cos I will see you during training, see you in the canteen during recess and see you walking along the corridor to your class. There's hardly any chance to never see you or be gone and away from you... 

Life sucks but it still has to go on... unless I put an end to it.