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finally, everything that has been causing me so much grief, has come to an end. my mental capacity has worn out, and i have no more energy to devote to the subject. as relieved as i am about this culmination of emotions and actions, i am also hopelessly, desperately sad about it. parts of my life immeasurable seem to so easily slide away from me, with no fighting, no tears, no surprise, really. the cold and hard and logical way that i am accepting this heartbreak scares me, and impresses me equally. my only question, for now and for always: what's next?