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Here I sit at work... updating my journal... when I should be preparing the charts needed for Wednesday. But I don't feel like it... why you ask??? Maybe because I got my heart trampled on, put in a blender and then sprayed all over the place. Yeah that's right... I got dumped. I am hurt... devastated. Bleh. All I keep asking is why? His reason doesn't make sense. Well it does but doesn't at the same time. I am hoping he pulls around and after us taking a break he will come back... hoping.... praying.
Work calls... best be going.
Work calls... best be going.