Forty-five

He broke my heart yesterday. He expects things to be all hunk-dory with us and be friends again right off. Stupid. Because I can get over that hurt so fast. Pfft. Please. And its all HER fault. HER who I called my friend, who I told everything to! That is like a killer back-stabbing act. I mean, they are only friends, and she still technically has a boyfriend and then there is the other guy that she says she likes... GODAMMIT I'm angry. And hurt. Which is a really really, terrible, horrible, no good very bad combination. He wrote me a note and left it in my locker with a candy bar yesterday. So that just happened to be the first thing I saw yesterday morning. Way to ruin a girl's day, eh? It still hurts. A lot. I cried a lot last night. I cried a lot in general. Dammit. Today would have been a month and a half. I bet he doesn't even know. I don't think he really cares, either.
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