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love (or a lack thereof)

so i've been thinking and i'm just making all this harder on myself. i really wish i could be ok with all this and be rational. if greg wasn't happy and didn't love me anymore, then i should be happy he told me and just move on. instead i'm sitting here crying (for the third day in a row) and wishing that monday had never happened. hell, i wish that i had never met him. that way i wouldn't have spent two good months with someone i loved and then had my heart ripped out by. sorry, i know i've been overdoing it with the clichés lately, but i'm too unhappy to think of better ways to put things.

i know that all of the sadness and pain will go away in time and i'll feel normal again. i know that in the end i'll meet someone who's right for me and loves me like i will love them. i know that this is all for the best and if he didn't love me i should be happy it's over. but i can't help thinking as i write all this that i thought greg was right for me and i thought he loved me. but i guess sometimes i'm wrong.


i know i've been bitching about this for a while and i'm really sorry. thank you to everyone who has listened to me in the past few days. i really am grateful that i have such good friends. if i didn't have you guys, i wouldn't know what to do.

posted by emma @ 8:37 AM