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Some days are better then others.
I go weeks without thinking about him.
But sometimes I slip up.
And I think about him.
And if he ever thinks about me.
Ever.
I know he doesn't.
Which just makes me hurt even more.
I thought I hated being alone.
But I think I just hate not being with him.
Lighting class started this month.
It's torture.
It all just reminds me ( Read more... )
I go weeks without thinking about him.
But sometimes I slip up.
And I think about him.
And if he ever thinks about me.
Ever.
I know he doesn't.
Which just makes me hurt even more.
I thought I hated being alone.
But I think I just hate not being with him.
Lighting class started this month.
It's torture.
It all just reminds me ( Read more... )
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