I wish I could say I was over her. Not even her, per se, but... the lies she told me and the shit she dragged me through. It's taken a lot to clean myself off, so to speak. I suppose it's just one of those things.
I want to stop thinking about her bullshit, because it's making me worry for no real reason. I'd love to watch her body disintegrate inside an inferno, because that's the only way she'd know how I feel right now.
But I digress.
He was supposed to wake me with a call. In his defense, he did say "maybe." I build myself up only to tear myself down. He doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. I don't want to scare him away.
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