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I was gunna write how I was soooo over him. But I'm not. I just... want to see him. I want a hug, a smile, a hand to hold... anything. I just want him.
Sunday I leave for camp, which always helps. I get some good therapy time kinda, and of course get closer to God. It's a christian camp, but what I love most about it is the fact that everyone cares about everyone. And two weeks of that never hurt anyone.