58 days
It's been 58 days. My last post was a lot angrier than I expected when I wrote it. I think mostly I am angry at her for continually making choices that made real intimacy and closeness impossible, and made it so that the only real choice I had for myself was to break up with her. It still annoys me. It still hurts, and I still miss her. I will count to 100, a meaningless insignificant choice, and then things will change, because I will them to. I will do the show today, hang with friends, and keep moving.
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