Why is there such an emotion called love? And why does it have to be so damn hard to let go of it? I am OVER Rex. He is not over me. I don't want him as a lover anymore. And whenever he reads this, and gets all worked up, I hope he understands that I still would love to be friends with him, as long as he didn't try to get me back.
Good GOD I am angry.
Later All!
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