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So I finally changed my damn necklace. FYI: The necklace I always wear was given to me on my 16th birthday by the ex. No, I did not continue to wear it because I couldn't "let go" of the memories behind it or some shit like that. I was lazy. Plus, it holds no other meaning for me. I just got used to wearing it to the point where it was just "ehh."
Now that I think of it, that's how I felt about the relationship. I got so used to it that it was just.. ehh. A given. I had no attatchments to him or anything like that, I just got so used to being in the relationship.
I procrastinated.
How sad.
Sorry, I'm a bitch today.
It's PMS so shoot me.
Now that I think of it, that's how I felt about the relationship. I got so used to it that it was just.. ehh. A given. I had no attatchments to him or anything like that, I just got so used to being in the relationship.
I procrastinated.
How sad.
Sorry, I'm a bitch today.
It's PMS so shoot me.