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*sigh* I still can't quite believe all that happened. Like this is a really weird dream and when I wake up tomorrow morning, she'll be happily living with her family in the city she just moved to. I guess that's why I haven't cried yet: it isn't real yet. It doesn't seem real. It can't be real, it shouldn't be real. But it is.
And I have a bad feeling it'll only be real when I see her in the hospital and break down, crying like a baby.
The only good thing? I feel less infatuated with this guy. Which is good for me. The sooner I get over it, the better for everyone.
And I have a bad feeling it'll only be real when I see her in the hospital and break down, crying like a baby.
The only good thing? I feel less infatuated with this guy. Which is good for me. The sooner I get over it, the better for everyone.
*sadly pokes dummy* How sad it must be, dummy, to wordlessly listen to everyone's rants and then be beaten up for absolutely no fault of your own...

