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I don't understand. It's not like I saw his name or anything. I'm in a conversation with moon. Just normal days. It's afternoon. The weather is just nice. My eyes so tired cuz I slept just about four hours.

My mind still does wander. For no reason, It reached that memory.

I lived a year with him occasionally back. It was bad. Let's see if I can push him away for a year. Without him occasionally back.

I don't care if I broke my arm, if it became a freaking permanent injury that I maybe couldn't badminton anymore. I'll never ask help from him.

A year later I'm gonna look back and be like holy crap why didn't I make him fuck off earlier and allowed him to mentally kill me again and again. I'm gonna be so proud of myself for finally doing what's best for me. Remove the toxic. It's just hard at the beginning. There'll be chances it comes back trying to make you addicted again, but we gotta fight that. Very firmly.

He haunts me. But I'll get over it.