It’s called grief. Let yourself grieve for a stillborn dream.
Meg
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I wrote something similar before seeing this. I just kind of need it to get the hell done, you know? I don’t have the time or heart left to keep dealing with it. :/

Not to mention I’m still friends with her, and absolutely want to maintain that, but this shit doesn’t make that easy. :(

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