A/N: HUZZAH! I AM STILL WRITING! FEAR MOI! HAHA. Please review?

He knew he wasn't perfect, he had long ago stopped being arrogant. No one was perfect, not even him. He had given up on trying, it was pointless. Everyone was flawed, in some way. Whether it was insanity or being ugly, no one could ever be perfect. He understood that now, but she never did and never would. She was convinced she was perfect. And maybe, to an illogical extent she was. But when you broke it all down, she was just like the rest of them. Broken and useless.

Faded and blurry her face was, but it was still there. The small, sweet smile that used to comfort him, but no longer did. He could make out the features, but her name was impossible to remember. She was nothing but a memory to him, nothing more than a mistake. And as soon as she left, she was forgotten. No use dwelling on the past, she meant nothing any more.

Though he forgot her, sometimes in the dark of the night faint whispers of her voice would be heard. And he would toss and turn, unable to rid her presence from his mind. He didn't need her, he forgot her, but she was still there. He would sometimes wonder about her also, wondering what became of Whatsername.

And maybe one day, he'd see her walking down the street and they'd share a glance. Both recognizing one another and giving a slight nod in a silent agreement not to speak, but to just leave it behind. And that would be the day he finally forgot Whatsername. Truly and forever. She still lingered somewhere in his mind, never leaving but slightly faded. He was sick of it too, he was tired of her. He was tired of everything and anything that had to do with her.

He remembered hazily when he had been with her, she would smile at him and say she loved him, and he would smirk back at return the words. Even before he found out her secret he wasn't sure he ever meant them. He was always a screwed up guy, maybe everything he said and did was a lie too. Maybe they both lied, both were afraid, both hesitant. And maybe he had no reason to be mad at her, and she had no reason to laugh at him.

She was everything he had hoped for because she knew. She knew what he wanted, pretended to be it, and then got bored. But he had no right, and neither did she. They were both insecure and both insane. And if they had tried harder, they could have left easily and peacefully, but not everything goes the way people hope. And he learned to deal with that, he got rid of everything that involved her. Just one more thing to go.

Mirrors reflect exactly who you are, both inside and out. The way you look or dress can explain a lot about you, doesn't mean it's always true, but it does. And when he stares at himself in the mirror, he sees who he is now, and who he wants to…needs to be. And that's without her.

Forget seeing her. Forget remembering. For get the photos, the laughs, the tears, the words, and the contact. Forget her. He didn't need her agreement to leave it behind. He only needed the will, and it was there.

It's been years and she's no longer with him. He does not think about her, he does not remember her. The photographs were burned, the memories left at his old home. He disappeared from there and he didn't regret it. And maybe it was a little rash, and maybe he left those who did care about him worried. But he was okay; maybe he'd go back someday to see them. Maybe Whatsername would still be there, waiting for another one to fool.

And maybe, just maybe, Whatsername would forget him too.

The regrets are useless
In my mind
She's in my head
From so long ago

And in the darkest night
If my memory serves me right
I'll never turn back time
Forgetting you, but not the time. --Whatsername, Green Day