I have come to a conclusion: I am Sisyphus (no not the noder). There is a Canadian girl who I write about a lot. I have decided that she has no interest in me whatsoever. On top of that she is now seeing someone.

So I have decided to move on, yet I see her almost everyday, and I am so enraptured by her beauty that all of my labor goes for not. In short everyday I push the forgetting-about-her rock up the hill, only to see her again and have it fall back down again. The only positive here is that I won't have to do this for an eternity, but sometimes a couple of months can feel that way.