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Is This Really Happening?

How does one wrap her head around something that really wasn't supposed to be? That's how I'm feeling this morning.

New Boo is supposed to come and pick up his stuff. I packed it up so I could get it out of my way.

He said he still wants to be friends. I don't think it's possible. Especially not after all of his unfriendly behavior. But my battered and wounded heart would love to have at least one tie to him. I'm trying to convince myself that I don't.

We're not together. It's not right and I hate it.

Sometimes I wonder if it would be possible for us to start over. I don't trust him, and I see how it can end up.

Why couldn't he just love me like he said he did? Why did it all have to become a lie?

One of my friends suggested that I use liquor to deal with this thing. I'm afraid that if I start drinking to numb the pain, I'll never stop. It hurts that bad.

I don't know what exactly I want to happen today, but I hope I can make it through without a) crying, b) screaming, and c) dissolving into nothingness. It's going to be hard. I'm not gonna lie.

Pray for me...

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