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Well, I feel a little better after having gotten some things off my chest. And being able to get things out in written form means I'm a heck of a lot closer to acceptance. I had a moment of clear realization, where I could see someone's idea of how that day was supposed to work out, and then I felt a twinge of regret. And then I felt sick for being like one of those abused women who keeps going back to her abuser. Not calling him an abuser, just saying I feel ashamed for missing a person who spied on me. It's tough, though, because before the spying started I admired and loved him quite a bit. He was my best friend.
I wonder if he could make GMU give me a scholarship by making them an offer they can't refuse... ;D
Just kidding. I'm glad to see I have my sense of humor back. I thought it was gone for a while.
I wonder if he could make GMU give me a scholarship by making them an offer they can't refuse... ;D
Just kidding. I'm glad to see I have my sense of humor back. I thought it was gone for a while.