And I just don't get how the end doesn't seem to hurt for them like it does for me. Oh I remember the crying, the shivering, the lashing out at God, the chain of profanities, crying on the day of my O level paper. I guess it has to do with me being apparently less emotionally stable than 99% of the respondents of that Facebook Jungian profile test thing. Unfortunate me.
For a moment I thought maybe I was overestimating the hurt and that it wasn't really as bad as I had imagined, but it took me all of one day of doubt to realise I probably had been right all along - about myself, anyway.
At least I know I've got someone else who knows what it feels like, hanging in there with me. *hugs my funny friend, you know who you are!*
It's good, the way things are going now (i.e. nowhere).
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