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so i lay there, eyes shut, i go about doing my nightly routine though its wayy past my besd time. fingers pressed against my eyes. back and forth, rubbing, theres no other better way to force yourself into a sleeping coma. We spoke lastnight. i was fine. i wasn't being a grump or bitch or anything of that sort. we started arguing a little bit though. it was cute. i told him i had a lunch date, and he got upset, didnt want to admit it, but i could tell. Then it came about to me, and if im seeing anyone else, i better tell him cause he's not down with that...blah blah blah. sure youre the one i'm seeing. but its him, & HIM that i think about so he tells me he cares more [yes actually admitting it]. & i still feel nothing. no warm feeling inside. nada. you know. it sucks though.