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Big girls don't cry, right?
It was only three months, and there were problems. There are always problems. I should just dry my tears and get the fuck over him. He doesn't want me anymore, he doesn't want to see me, talk to me, be something with me, hug me, kiss me, anything with me. He's OVER me. Why can't I be the same way?
I still like him. I can't listen to Nickel Creek or Feist without thinking of him, or use maple syrup, or make vegetable soup, or look at kittens, or hang out with my sisters, or drive by Walmart, or masturbate without thinking of him.
I feel like a whiny girl.
But he's happier without me.
And I'm not.
And I can't help but cry.
Halp.
It was only three months, and there were problems. There are always problems. I should just dry my tears and get the fuck over him. He doesn't want me anymore, he doesn't want to see me, talk to me, be something with me, hug me, kiss me, anything with me. He's OVER me. Why can't I be the same way?
I still like him. I can't listen to Nickel Creek or Feist without thinking of him, or use maple syrup, or make vegetable soup, or look at kittens, or hang out with my sisters, or drive by Walmart, or masturbate without thinking of him.
I feel like a whiny girl.
But he's happier without me.
And I'm not.
And I can't help but cry.
Halp.