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I could write about it for days. I could talk about how surprised, shocked, dissapointed, confused, weirded-out and hurt I felt. Such a huge history, huge part of my life has officially come to an end, not how I thought it would and not when I thought it would. I could look back on everything, analyze every little detail or memory. I could look to the possible futures. I could try to work through all of my feelings I've felt throughout the whole thing. I could finally get out all of the anger I've had. But really, none of it matters anymore. I could write about this for days, but all I really want to say is FINALLY, it's about time. And I could do so many things to try to come to terms with it, but all I really want to do and all I'm going to do is something I should've done a long time ago: MOVE ON. There really are so many amazing possibilities out there and I'm excited to find them.
And the sad truth is, I don't even think I care that I can't have you as a friend right now. I never needed you as a friend; I don't think we ever had a real friendship anyway. And I'd even go as far to say that my life is sort of nicer without you. . .but I'd feel too guilty saying that, so I won't.
Believe it or not, I'm really relieved. I'm free and it feels really good. Weird.
And the sad truth is, I don't even think I care that I can't have you as a friend right now. I never needed you as a friend; I don't think we ever had a real friendship anyway. And I'd even go as far to say that my life is sort of nicer without you. . .but I'd feel too guilty saying that, so I won't.
Believe it or not, I'm really relieved. I'm free and it feels really good. Weird.