As the youngest child, I guess I am a little possessive of my things

[iloovecookies]

Sometimes, I just try to find something. Something from the past that is my own, MINE. Not his. Not his memory. Not anything to do with him. All mine. Something I salvaged from our relationship, so I can say that I did not lose EVERYTHING. No, because I still have THAT. It gives me a sense of... relief.

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[anonymous]

it seems mark was an asshole...