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Damn!!!

I have a confession to make... Which is damning and bad and all that...
I'm not yet over my ex... Which is the worst possible thing that could be about me right now, because my ex has been over me for like half a year or so by now... Tsk!!! Sad sad sad and damning... and I'm in a terrible terrible mess because of it.
Not that I'm going to be all out crazy and stalk him or anything. Nor am I crying. Nor will I do anything or everything or whatever to get him back. Truth is, I won't. It's just that I can't seem to seriously consider any other guy right now and it's making me do crazy stuff and though I think there are actually some pretty funky guy out there for me, my psyche and my heart is just not ready.
Damn it!!! How do you get over being crazy in love? Not that I'm anywhere near crazy right now. I'm just comparing a whole lot of stuff and there are wants and needs that do not get filled. There are crevices that are left as cracks... Tsk tsk tsk!!! Bad bad and sad... I have got to do something about this.

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