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Remember when I said that soon enough I'll fuck things up? Well I have, but not exactly. See, I've learned that just because a relationship doesn't work out, it's not necessarly MY fault. There's no use in blaming me. Me and Steve aren't seeing each other anymore. Duh, you probably figured that out by the first sentence. But I'm not going to sit here and be like, "oh where did I go wrong" becuase I didn't. We just didn't work out, and that's fine. He was treating me like shit lately anyway, and like ALL of my good friends have told me, I deserve better. And even though I liked him a lot and I'm going to miss him, life goes on. I'm not defined by a guy, I am my own individual person. I'll move on and do my own thing. It sucks, and this chapter, mini-chapter or whatever, is closed, but fuck it, I'll get over it, and it'll all be ok. At least that's what I keep telling myself.
P.S. - obviously I'm very very drunk. But I think I'll be ok. As long as my friends are there for me.
P.S. - obviously I'm very very drunk. But I think I'll be ok. As long as my friends are there for me.