I never knew this tiny thing would bother me so much. ugh. aggravating. I hate being ignored. But I'm determined to brush it off. To continue to be myself. To lather up in oil, like a duck, and let the crud bead up and roll off. That should be a saying. "Oh go bead up and roll off, would ya?!" I'm totally going to make it happen.
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I'm glad I have bad memories. They work as a wall by preventing the good memories from melting me again. Because I think otherwise, I easily could. It's like withdrawl from a drug addiction. The second round of shivers has set in. But the fight is worth it. I'm moving on.
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