i've been telling myself that this break-up is for the best; it's clear this new direction his life is going doesn't include me.

i don't think i'd feel as bad if it were another woman.
a job.
he chose a fucking job......wait, "career" he's had for 3 weeks over me.
it's almost laughable.
almost.




so maybe i'll here.
maybe i'll see you around.
that's the way it goes.
almost doesn't count.

Labels: my love, this is who i am

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