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I think I'm finally over Chris. Or maybe I'm talking too soon. Who knows. My heart doesn't wrench so much when i think about him. It's more like, blah. I mean really. I'm not going into detail, but he isn't much of anything. He could be. But he isn't and probably won't be. The way he talks he is content with living the life he is living. That's not good enough for me. I just can't willingly be poor. I just can't. Broke ok. Broke is my fault for not budgeting well...poor....Living below the poverty line. Living one step away from the ghetto because I have no choice. No. There are WAY too many opportunities in this world for me, as an adult, to choose to live like that. Trash belongs exactly where it belongs. In the trash. Not to say there isn't a treasure in the trash. But if you want to be trash...stay there.