we danced to the beat of both our black hearts.
thank you GOD. now i can fucking lay down at night without fucking shaking and feeling like death. he finally cleared things up. i'm a bit upset, but oh well. i miss him...i miss him a lot. but i can't have him, and finally i know for sure. i knew it along the truth, but the little percent of doubt of the truth was still there, and it drove me crazy. but yeah, as i've just said a bunch of times, it's clear to me now, so i can stand up with my head up, sleep at night, and feel good in the morning.
but i still fucking hate jere.