letting go is a hard thing to
do.
but, you see, it was easier for me then it should be for most girls. i thought about how i cant take this depression anymore,
and i thought about how annoyed my friends must be with my constant depression, and how im constantly making them
depressed by bursting into tears every time someone says his name. then... i just got tired of crying. i just... i couldnt cry
anymore. and my heart was so worn out, and so beaten up from all that heartbreak, that i couldnt love him anymore. i just
stopped. and so, the moral of the story is;; all you really need are memories, best friends by your side, and a long cry.
but, you see, it was easier for me then it should be for most girls. i thought about how i cant take this depression anymore,
and i thought about how annoyed my friends must be with my constant depression, and how im constantly making them
depressed by bursting into tears every time someone says his name. then... i just got tired of crying. i just... i couldnt cry
anymore. and my heart was so worn out, and so beaten up from all that heartbreak, that i couldnt love him anymore. i just
stopped. and so, the moral of the story is;; all you really need are memories, best friends by your side, and a long cry.
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