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Jan 27, 2005 12:20

I feel totally dead inside. nothing feels right, and the sense of relief has been replaced with dread, fear, and pain. When I saw that truck outside of your new place I wanted to drive straight into oncoming traffic. The only problem with that is that There would be a chance I would survive. Yes dear, I would even find a way to fuck up a suicide.
"We're just friends" Might have worked in high school. That might have worked when we were 17 and sitting on your parents rooftop. But it just doesn't hold water anymore. I will never get used to being without you. I will never be ok and I will never be the same. Every sad song tells me the story of us, and everywhere I look all i see is you. Fuck love.
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