in seventh grade my girlfriend wrote me a note to break up with me and i acted like i didnt find it and acted completely normal all day and sat with her at lunch and then at the end of the day i broke up with her in front of our whole math class and she said I BROKE UP WITH YOU FIRST and i said wow thats pathetic and nobody believes that and she cried and i watched gay porn in 7th grade anyway so the joke is double on her
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I think at the point I’m at, “I don’t know” is the only acceptable thing I can say. I can’t even figure out what is going on inside my head. It’s like the constant need for a break is something that I’ll never get. I need to get out of the situation, at least for a while. My head needs a break. I don’t hate where I’m at, but I don’t know how to make it any better.
And I’m going to end up fucking over one of the main things that make me happy.
I just want to cry. And I can’t even fucking figure out why.