brake.
So we fought again today.
Then he said we should stop seeing each other for a month. This happened before already. I didn't agree, then. I did, now.
It hurts bad as hell.
here are the random thoughts and bursts of emotions of a girl who's two years older than her perceived age. if the therapeutic claims of blogging are true, then she'll survive with accepting that reality and the neverending emocoaster that being alive costs her. read on.
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