But not really, but kind of. It's every other day something happens where I just stop functioning. I could blame it on Johnny, but that isn't fair at all, is it? It isn't all his fault, it isn't even a lot of his fault. It was just one event in many that made me wish to pull out all of my hair or chop it off. Believe me when I say I would look trouble bald. Awful awful awful. Promise.
I've thought about him, always with pain. But always with love on the edges. I'm not ready to put it passed me yet. I wish I was, I truly do. It's not impossible.
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