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I currently am dealing with this, madly in love with some chick named Laura (look at my blog) I met and spent two days with and will probably never see again, but I canīt stop thinking of her and how happy I would be with her. You got waaaay farther with your girl than I got with mine. We once ate lunch together at the same table.
Thanks, now I know what is wrong with me (seriously, Iīm not being sarcastic).
How do I deal with it and snap out of it? Alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, alcohol, writing.
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