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I love hearing about how the people I love are happy. I love that my best friend has found what she's looking for. All in all it's as if a great weight has lifted off my shoulders and I'm finally coming into my own skin. Hearing about blossoming love makes me miss my fat Italian who left me for 2 days to go to Virginia. I love him.. I am so in love with him. I have a great life, and if I'm ever complaining about anything, I'm fuckin lying.