Yup, almost 100%, because a full, blown "I don't give a flying fuck about that asshole" this soon would mean that I didn't care (which I do) and that he doesn't still affect me (which he does).
So here I am. Enjoying my life. Making all my own rules, doing my own thing and not feeling like a 3:30a text conversation with an old friend is in some way a terrible betrayal.
It's odd being the queen of your own universe, having to deal with everything and your own problems within your own minds.
Then again, in the words of my beloved friend Chris, "I'm tired of those guys making you feel like you are doing something wrong when you're not!"
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