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So I fucking did it. it's done. he's gone. its saturday night. our usual night together. I can't function right. I want to drink. have nothing TO drink.
he's gone. he may not have ever really loved me. he may not have ever really cared. and if that's true, I'm sorry I wasted his time.
I don't really know what to do with myself. I'm so fucking lonely but at the same time I want every body to leave me the fuck alone.
so its done. instead I feel like I terminated something really good and whole and wonderful. sometimes I don't know what the right thing even is anymore.
he's gone. he may not have ever really loved me. he may not have ever really cared. and if that's true, I'm sorry I wasted his time.
I don't really know what to do with myself. I'm so fucking lonely but at the same time I want every body to leave me the fuck alone.
so its done. instead I feel like I terminated something really good and whole and wonderful. sometimes I don't know what the right thing even is anymore.