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| You and me, Spongebob |
As each day passes, it gets a little easier not hearing anything from him. But finally the day comes when he's not the first thing on my mind as soon as I wake up and it's like a gift from the gods to reclaim my sanity. I want to take a minute and thank that minute for happening. As much as it sucks being blown off, it feels even better to be blown back ON to my life. That didn't make any sense but you know what I mean. Thanks, finally not giving a fuck! You rule.
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my problem is that each time i start to accept that fact - he gets in touch. the times between each contact grow longer (used to be a day wouldn't go by now maybe a week will pass). the greatness of our actual interactions when we meet up less good ... and yet i can't quite quit him, and he gives me no help.
I like that I have now messaged him three times with no response, which means I can officially start to feel angry instead of sad and anxious. I can start to move on and be glad I'm rid of him... just like I did the last time this very same guy stopped replying. *sigh*: who am I kidding? I'm doomed. Fuck.
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