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I want to be able to smile again. I’ve never been this depressed and lost. I don’t want to be a psycho ex.  So I wanted to move on and find my own happiness, whatever kind of happiness it was.  I was ready to plan out parties, escapades, wild, carefree nights with friends, with anyone.  There’s nothing that a bottle of Jack can’t cure. Although I knew that was wrong, but somehow I didn’t care anymore what would happen to me.  He didn’t care anymore, anyway.  What’s the point of becoming “better” for him and “worthy” of him when he’s not coming back anyway?  I was ready to get wasted.

I still have a bit of sense, though.  There was no one I could turn to but God.  I used to read books about True Love according to His ways.

I remember he gave this book “When God Writes your Love Story”  for my birthday.  And I didn’t really feel ecstatic about it.  I found it pointless to read something that would only say “Wait. Do not be in a relationship yet. God has better plans for you…”  Hello? I was already in a relationship and you tell me that? Weeks before he gave me the book, Mom already showed me a review about it.  I thought it was corny.

Finally, I decided to read the book
and the first line was “I think we should break up…”

It’ll keep me busy.

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