Boys.
Breakups are hard-it comes in waves. Thats what I tell anyone who asks me. I am still learning how to deal with not having that someone there all the time-someone who has been there since I was 17. For me, it comes in parts, though. The first is not having my best friend; I told you everything and you could always make me laugh-we could do nothing or we could do something. The second part is that you didnt pick me. I am having to tell myself that I am good enough, that it wasn't my fault.
I dream about you. A lot. I feel like when that happens, it is a setback for me. I am doing great-not talking to you and sometimes not thinking of you. But then you pop up in my subconscious-how can I even control that?
It is really hard to be so vulnerable to a population of people who: 1) are strangers, 2) I haven't talked to or heard from in forever, 3) who know you AND me, 4) are nosy bitches and just want all the chisme.
To be honest, I wrote this post daayyyss ago and this is all I can must up to you guys to see. He means a lot and I can't write anything else at this time.
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