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[emo_godess]

Some days are better then others.
I go weeks without thinking about him.
But sometimes I slip up.
And I think about him. 
And if he ever thinks about me.
Ever.
I know he doesn't.
Which just makes me hurt even more.

I thought I hated being alone. 
But I think I just hate not being with him.

Lighting class started this month.
It's torture.
It all just reminds me of him.

I hate missing him.

Seriously, it's been what? 9 months.
Get over it.