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Hello Internet!

It's been a while since I wrote last. I've been soooo busy. I started my summer babysitting job, and I babysit 4 days a week now. D: Mhm. Four days a freakin' week. It can be a drag sometimes, but at least I'm getting 50 bucks a 'week'. Better than my $15 allowance.
And, when my best friend came home from Mexico, I told her everything. After telling her, she agrees with me that I should just let go of him. Her exact words. 'Why try to be friends with him when he doesn't even put effort into the friendship at all?' So, this whole time, I've been slowly trying to get over him.

Until just now. Just now, it got a whole lot easier.

So, I found out he is smoking Marijuana.
Me, being the 'anti-smoking anti-drinking anti-drugdoer' fanatic (my mom is a nurse), I got extremely upset. I know that when people do any form of self harm, its a kind of cry for help. Me, knowing him, he is basically a happy rich kid. What kind of problems could he possibly have to make him do that to himself?? He knows its bad for him. He's not stupid, and anyone with a brain knows that. So why would he do that. Me, I've most recently had my heart broken, my dad is in jail (long story, maybe I'll explain it another time) and our bills are stacking up. Yeah, I have issues! But do you see me causing internal damage to myself on purpose, setting myself up for laryngitis and dead brain cells???

Um, no.

So, whatever, you know? Go on, let him kill himself slowly. Since he obviously doesn't care about himself, why should I?? Why should I bother continuing to love someone that does something so horrendous?? Someone that does something that disgusting, so low, and so sickening doesn't deserve my love. I'm sorry, but he doesn't.

I'm so sick of him!! I'm so over him!! Screw him!!


Maybe he'll marry another druggie and they'll both die together in their 30's. See if I care.

xo Hopeless Romantic

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