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well the shower went quite well. and i was unusually good at pretending nothing was wrong. cept once. once, i had to leave for a while. sometimes i cant help myself but think about all the inside jokes i have. and just looking around my room, i see all the things we use to laugh about, all the things id make fun of with her. should it feel like she died? i mean its not like she sed she never wants to be my friend ever again... so why do i feel like this? why cant i look at old notes or my sophie bunny without wanting to run away from this place or cleaning my room out of everything in it bc everything reminds me of her. well it was 6 years...
im working on a song/poem about what my room goes thru and has seen and hear over the years. will post it when im done. and i promise this post is the last one in which i mention crying over this. im not doing myself any good by constantly posting the same stuff. no good at all. so im outa here and the next post, no matter what, will be happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"you dont have to hold onto the pain to keep the memory"
im working on a song/poem about what my room goes thru and has seen and hear over the years. will post it when im done. and i promise this post is the last one in which i mention crying over this. im not doing myself any good by constantly posting the same stuff. no good at all. so im outa here and the next post, no matter what, will be happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"you dont have to hold onto the pain to keep the memory"