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Okay, so I decided to stop being so...un-me? I don't know. I apologize to everyone I've talked to in the past week. I haven't been myself AT ALL. I mean, all the drinking and avoiding the problem did work for a couple of days. But in reality, it pissed more people off and worried them more. And it didn't really solve anything. I realized, I had to face it eventually. As much as I never want to, I have to. Jesse's pretty much gone. Unless he makes some miracle reappearance or something, in which case I would be so mad at him. But yeah, that's not going to happen.
He left me. After all the "I <3 and love you's", laying in bed night after night spilling out all of our feelings, all the walks to the park, all of the sappyness, and the so-called "perfect" relationship. And just seeing all of the reminders hurts. Seeing all of the old journal entries, seeing all the stuff he got me, seeing where we had our first date, and our park...just everything. I want to erase all of those memories, but I can't.
And I am suddenly reminded why I never let myself fall that hard, or that fast. Because it always ends the same. Always. No one is ever different, and no situation is ever different. People always get hurt. And now I am reminded. And now I know never to make that mistake again. Never to let my guard down. Never to fall that hard. Never to get that close to anyone. Thank you Jesse, for another reminded of why love sucks. And why I should avoid it at all costs.
And as for me, I'm okay I guess. Naturally, I'm hurt of course. But I'm as good as can be expected? Knowing me, I'll take some time to sulk, and be all emofied and lame. That's how I deal I guess. I just pretend nothing is happening, then I face reality, sulk a bit and make jokes to over it all up, and get over it. I'll be okay. I'm a strong girl, I can get through it.
And new icons. Taken from a photoshoot I did a couple of weeks ago. How hot is that. I should be a pornstar.
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