nothing new to tell and nothing else to say

the end

i'm struggling to maintain a constant feeling or sense of composure. everytime i think i'm alright, that i'm moving on something happens which leaves me as messed up as i was 3 weeks ago.

i want to induce selective memory loss... i don't want to walk down the streets that we walked down and remember i used to love you, i don't want to rememeber the way that we once fucked and think that someone else does now too.

i don't want to see his face again and remember all this pain.

it's not all bad.

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