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Well, about a month and a half ago Bill and I broke up. Not really sure why, though. I got mad and in one of my fits and broke it off and we're still not together. I miss him, I miss it all. But it's weird because we're still going out and doing things and stuff. I like it in a way, mostly because I don't have to say "I love you" all the time. I really hate saying it most of the time, it makes me feel insecure and, um, bad. I'm messed up :'( so many discombobulated thoughts are running through my head.