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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Sometimes,

It's hard to believe God has any sort of plan for me at all, sometimes.
Maybe I am, we all are, but I mean I know I can be a bad person.
Cold hearted, and probably manipulative.
Ever since a certain ex, I feel like my attitude towards relationships has changed.
I mean, I used to never worry about it, I just did what I did and whatever happened, happened. I wasn't so confused about gut feelings or when I'd change my mind. I just did what my giddy little heart desired. Now, it's like I totally overanalyze. Every, little, thing.
I talked myself into a rebound that, in turn, makes me want to be sick. My high school boyfriend was the last person I started dating in a state of sobriety.
My mind knows what's right, and my heart would never want to hurt you. Thinking about it makes me feel sick. I feel less cold-hearted and more worried about anything I could ever do to hurt you, or make you sad. Maybe that's a good thing.

On other news, my 8th grade boyfriend just texted me. Hahaha, wtf?

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