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Oh god. Why did I think spending my Sunday morning reading through our entire SMS history was a good idea? Because I'm a glutton for punishment?
I feel fine, just a bit empty.
He's like a bruise. I know I shouldn't poke it, it hurts... But I can't stop touching it. How stupid is that? He's the fucking scab in my life I keep picking off.
Get it together Bridget. Why has this one hit you so much harder than all the others?