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I was doing art and craft, last project. Everything was okay. Then TJ texted me. I shooed him in a way. I wish I can directly say fuck off, but I couldn't.

I hate that I accidentally forgot to mute my phone , then got extremely disappointed when it was just this guy who texted me. Back to mute, my back starts to hurt. How could back pain trigger memories!?

Everything went replaying. I looked at his photos, and think about how he used to love me.

So I was forced to get on bed.
I miss him so much my entire body hurts.

And so I texted him and instantly regretted.

He didn't be mean to me, because I didn't say anything.

I wish I can hear his voice.

I have loads of work to do and I'm stuck here. For fucking nine months. I couldn't get over him. I couldn't stop climbing to bed and cry over him. I couldn't get rid of him.

I have to move on. Please.

This is the last time. I can be happy without him. I can be happy without thinking of him.

I actually can't

Give me a colour you think it's nice.
Red
Frowns, why
Because red was his favorite.

I gave your favorite colour instead of mine without any hesitation. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME !?

I don't love you anymore wood.

No one gives a shit.

As long as you're healthy and happy, I'm happy too.